Hi Cigar!
Actually, if you scroll back up to page 6 you would see that I had already given my comment to your great work. Its right after your post of the two combatants' pics. Like I said before, your work is awsome and the epitome of how a very good catfight should be written. Your the man Cigar.
Hmm. . . come to think of it, reading your story makes me think it could not have happened that way, and is, therefore, nothing more than a fictional account of an otherwise true event, which is the death of Marilyn Monroe.
For one, how would it have been possible for Jackie to have ditched her secret service escorts and reach Marylin's house undetected? Considering their experience and expertise in what they do, I do not think it would have been possible for Jackie to have escaped her escorts, even if this event took place before 911.
Second we all know that JFK comes from good old Irish stock. Like all Irishmen then, he was sure to enjoy a good fight and other rambunctious sports, whether as a participant or spectator, in line with their sobriquet "the fighting Irish".
That being said I believe this is what really happened that night on the evening of Marylin Monroe's death.
It was true that Marylin maintained an ilicit torrid affair with JFK, with the knowledge of the first lady. It was also true that on the evening of Marylin's death, Jackie turned up in front of her door to confront the man stealing wh*r*. She, however, was not alone.
When Marylin heard a knock on her door, she eagerly opened it with a dazzling smile on her face to greet her lover. To her surprise, standing beside the most powerful man in the country was the first lady herself, who was none too happy being where she was. (For the sake of simplicity, lets just say that the women were dressed in exactly the same way they were in Cigar's epic tale.)
After a quick search by the secret service to ensure that the house was secure, Mr. President finally entered with the first lady in tow. After taking a seat in the sofa, JFK faced both his wife and mistress that he wanted to be entertained. With a mischievous grin he told both women he wanted to see them engage in a catfight, with the winner getting him and the first ladyship as the prize, while the loser. . .( at this point the president takes a bottle of what appears to be sleeping pills from his pocket). . . a one way ticket to lala land, after all he didn't want any scandal to leak out.
When Jackie first heard the terms of the fight, she adamantly refused to participate, telling the President he can have a divorce and marry the blonde strumpet instead. This only drew derissive laughter from her husband who tossed to her an envelope containing a number of surveillance photographs of her and a number of her secret lovers in very intimate and compromising positions, including a rather famous Greek shipping tycoon.
When Jackie continued to stare blankly at the proof of her indiscretions, JFK simply told her it wouldn't be possible for her just to get a divorce, as he wanted to see her suffer too, especially at the hands of his misstress, the new first lady in the event she wins.
Marylin just gave Jackie the sweetest and fakest of smiles.
As JFK continued to beam sweetly at Marilyn, you would never know that deep down he was seething with hatred towards her. For one, she had been seeing other men behind his back, and not too discreetly either. Second, she had started blabbing about their affair, letting some very intimate secrets out of the bag.( Like despite the president's extremely husky exterior, down there he was just disproportionally less endowed) Secrets which may ruin his career and rule out his chance for re-election.
Thus, although he no longer loved his wife, he loathed his mistress more. He had to make sure that she was the one who loses the fight.
Before he made the girls commence, JFK placed a call to his buddy and brother in law, Peter Lawford, who happens to be Marilyn's next door neighbor. He mumbled something into the phone before putting it down. He told Marilyn to fix be ready for company and to fix some drinks.
While Marilyn was busy mixing drinks a knock was heard on the door. JFK told her to answer it and took over from her. While she was otherwise occupied seeing who it was, JFK surreptitiously pulled out a vial of crushed sleeping pills and poured it unto one glass.
When Marilyn opened the door, she saw that it was her neighbor Peter as well as the rest of the rat pack. They all greeted her warmly as they entered and even gave a hearty greeting to Jackie as she stood quietly staring steadily at her husband. (I think she may have seen what he had done.)
JFK walked up to Marilyn with two drinks in hand. He handed her one and they both toasted, draining their respective glasses. It was only after Marilyn had drained her glass that JFK acknowledge his gang and told them to help themselves. After a few minutes of chitchat to allow his friends to get settled in (but more to have the pills take effect), JFK finally signalled for the fight to begin.
It went all the way Cigar had described, except that Jackie had no gun to intimidate her opponent and won the one sided match fair and square. Well to be fair, the match was not really that fair to begin with.
After the fight the secret service did their utmost best to sanitize the place. I believe pressure was subtly exerted on the authorities which was why the only findings they could come out with was that Marilyn's death was a suicide.
Things could have ended right there and then, except for a fact that JFK was himself shot later by a sniper who could or could not have been a sailor in a certain Greek Tycoon's fleet.
How's that for a conspiracy theory?
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