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Saturday, March 19, 2011

Marilyn Monroe vs Mitzy Gaynor catfight story

 




BACKGROUND: In Hollywood in the 1950's, Marilyn Monroe was justifiably considered by nearly everyone in the industry as a major star. Although Mitzi Gaynor was a premier singer and dancer, she never was regarded in the same way as Marilyn. Nevertheless, for a few years in the mid-1950's, both ladies stars shown brightly with roles in movies such as "Some Like It Hot" and "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" for Marilyn and "South Pacific" for Mitzi. This incident occurred in 1954 on the set of the movie, "There's No Business Like Show Business." Twenty-four year old Mitzi played Katy, a dancer, and twenty-eight year old Marilyn was, "Vicky" the hat-check girl who fell in love with Donald O'Connor. In 1954 while the movie was being filmed, both women got married although Marilyn's brief marriage to baseball star Joe DiMaggio sadly ended before the picture was released. Consequently, both actresses were under considerable stress in their private lives in addition to the strain of appearing in a big budget movie. According to Hollywood insiders, there was friction on the after Marilyn Monroe was brought in to provide a box office "boost." To convince her to accept the role, the studio promised her the lead in "The Seven Year Itch" the next year. To further accommodate her, they gave several songs that had been written for Ethel Merman to Ms. Monroe. It didn't endear Marilyn to the other women in the picture, especially the aging Merman. Unfortunately, Marilyn's notorious tardiness only served to further aggravate matters. Ethel had been angry with Marilyn since she arrived on the set, but was too "professional" to show it. Instead, she befriended young Mitzi Gaynor and poisoned the young dancer toward "that slutty blonde." One day Mitzi Gaynor, already a consummate pro at the tender age of 24, was seen going into Marilyn's dressing room for a "private meeting." My description of what followed is based upon information from several sources, much of it admittedly unsubstantiated and uncorroborated, but still it makes for a fun read so we wrote a short story about it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed researching and writing it.- - - - - - - - Everyone on the set could see the anger on Mitzi's pretty face. The auburn-tressed actress was an awesome sight in her shiny gold mid-thigh, wrap-around skirt, dance tights and tight, low-cut, bolero jacket as she stormed out of the rehearsal intending to give Marilyn a piece of her mind. Mitzi was about 5'6" and her firm 120-pound body was that of a well-muscled dancer. While not big by the Hollywood standards of that era, her 34C bust, tiny waist and flared hips nevertheless gave the illusion of a busty figure. Mitzi's legs were her outstanding feature and they would play an important part in the events to come. As was her habit, Marilyn arrived late to the studio that morning and she was sitting in her dressing room holding an ice pack on her face to reduce the puffiness from a late night of drinking with her husband, his brothers and friends. She'd just asked her maid to get her costume when Mitzi burst through the door without pausing to knock. Mitzi was wearing her little gold dance outfit and high heels as she pranced into Marilyn's dressing room as the blonde was lazily starting to apply her make up. Marilyn, in a rose colored silk robe, black bra and matching panties had her back to the door. She saw Mitzi's reflection in her mirror, but didn't react to her rude intrusion. Mitzi slammed the door behind her and stood behind the seated Marilyn, tapping her foot impatiently. She started to tell the blonde how rude and unprofessional her behavior was, forcing the others to wait while she slept in. Marilyn calmly continued putting on her make up while Mitzi ranted about her being self-centered and droned on about it being wrong of her to arrive late, leave early and not even show up still other times. Marilyn listened in stony silence (perhaps knowing much of Mitzi's criticism is true). Mitzi, realizing that she wasn't getting any reaction, next turned her criticism on Marilyn's lack of acting talent in addition to her lack of professionalism. Much or what she said was merely a repetition of what Mitzi had heard Ethel Merman say, but it stung Marilyn nevertheless. When Mitzi grabbed Marilyn's shoulder and pulled her to her feet, however, the blonde had finally taken enough abuse. Then Mitzi said, "Hell, even if you do show up all you do is try and steal all the scenes. I swear, I've got half a mind to kick your fat ass right out that door onto the stage, you fat cow!" Marilyn angrily brushed Mitzi's hand from her shoulder and walked quickly to the dressing room door, locked it and turned to face Mitzi with her hands on her hips. "All right Sweetie," she said in her bitchiest tone, "If you've come here to make a scene, you've accomplished what you came for. Now, let's see if you're woman enough to back up your words with some action. Let's settle this between us girls once and for all." Mitzi suddenly looked concerned at the prospect of being locked in a room with the angry blonde and she quickly changed her tune, mumbling, "Look, I... well, I didn't really mean to make you mad... It's just that, well, I wanted to get you moving. Come on, Marilyn, get on the set and let's go to work."Mitzi started to edge toward the door, but Marilyn snarled, "Oh no, sweetheart, you're not getting off that easy." She shoved Mitzi back and the lithe dancer caught her heel in the carpet and fell into Marilyn's chair. Mitzi realized she'd pushed Marilyn too far and to hide her fear she started acting cocky and sure of herself in spite of her lack of cat fighting experience. The dancer hoped that her physical conditioning, athletic skill and a large dose of bravado would be enough to bluff her way out of Marilyn's dressing room without suffering any damage to either her body or her self-esteem. Using brave words to hide her fear, "If it's a fight you want, you fat sow, then come on. I'll kick that fat ass of yours into the middle of next week." Marilyn had heard that language before and she angrily started for Mitzi, but the dancer lashed out, slapping her face and Marilyn stopped in her tracks, surprised by the woman's courage. Mitzi, herself surprised by her bravado, quickly followed up with several more slaps to the startled blonde's face. Shocked by Mitzi's attack, Marilyn grabbed Mitzi's short reddish hair and began to push her backwards. Mitzi retaliated with two handfuls of Marilyn's blonde hair and even added a couple of desperation kicks to the actress' shins for good measure. Marilyn was surprised by the speed and viciousness of the inexperienced dancers attack, perhaps even hurt a little as well. But Marilyn was an experienced cat fighter and she knew where the fight would end by the amateurish, ineffectual and weak way that Mitzi was fighting. Mitzi was shaken by Marilyn's thrust and she gasped in surprise and, buoyed by her apparent early success, broke into a smug grin. "OK, if that's what you want you blonde whore, I'm ready." Mitzi unbuttoned her bolero jacket and tossed it on the studio couch the studio provided for their major stars. In her halter-top and mid-thigh skirt, the auburn-haired dancer was an impressive sight. Marilyn, her full figure exposed as she unbelted and tossed away her robe, was a vision of loveliness in her scandalous black underwear. Next to the trim, fit 24-year-old Mitzi, the roundly full-figured 28-year-old blonde looked soft and out of shape but as Mitzi ruefully admitted years later, "You know that old saying, `Looks can be deceiving'? well it certainly was true in Marilyn's case. She was a lot stronger than me or anyone else who ever tangled with her, could have imagined." The two women circled warily as Mitzi sought to launch one of her famous "chorus kicks" that later in a brief cat fighting career dropped several women for "the count." Mitzi targeted Marilyn's soft mid-section, feeling it would be vulnerable and when she saw an opening, she drove her foot into the blonde's soft belly. The resulting grunt and Marilyn's wince of pain, confirmed her theory! Marilyn backed away rubbing her churning belly as Mitzi advanced confidently toward the cowering blonde. "You're going to be sorry you ever took this role," Mitzi taunted her. Marilyn remained silent, preferring to let her fists do her talking as she had in so many fights during her youth growing up in foster homes where she'd been sexually abused by both men and women alike. Mitzi closed the distance and when Marilyn fell for a fake and jumped back, bending forward from the waist, Mitzi grabbed two handfuls of the actresses' peroxide blond hair. Marilyn screamed in pain as Mitzi forced her to her knees and then kicked her in the left breast. Marilyn doubled over and Mitzi had no trouble pushing her down on her belly and straddling her waist. She held Marilyn's hair and pounded her head on the carpet several times until she felt the blonde's body go limp between her thighs. Mitzi rose and wiped her hands on her skirt, "You aren't so tough," she muttered as she stood over the fallen star. Suddenly, however, Marilyn, who had faked unconsciousness, turned over and grabbed Mitzi's ankles, spreading the dancer's legs grotesquely. If she hadn't been a dancer and in peak physical condition, she might have suffered a terrible injury but instead she did a "split" and dropped her ass on Marilyn's belly. Mitzi dug her fingers into the blonde's large, soft breasts and used her long fingernails to bring an anguished cry from the tortured blonde's lips. As Mitzi ripped at Marilyn's soft breasts, the blonde was trying desperately to unseat the auburn-haired dancer from her belly. Finally, using a handful of Mitzi's own firm tit flesh, Marilyn threw her tormentor off and scrambled to her feet. Marilyn was already breathing heavily, but the fit Mitzi had barely broken a sweat. "What's the matter Norma?" Mitzi taunted, using Marilyn's real name, "All of your partying leave you a little out of breath?" Marilyn gritted her teeth and lunged for the trim redhead. Mitzi anticipated the attack and she stepped aside and drove her knee into the blonde's belly just above the swell of her well-used pussy. Marilyn's eyes widened in shock as she clutched herself and slowly slumped to her knees gasping for breath. Mitzi stepped behind Marilyn and, holding her by the hair, punched her in the kidneys, twice! Marilyn grunted, twice, and collapsed facedown on the floor. Mitzi stepped over her fallen rival and squatted in front of Marilyn's flushed and gasping face. "Admit it cunt," she hissed, "you're too worn out and out of shape to be a success in this town. Why don't you call the studio head and tell him you made a mistake, that you don't have what it takes to make it in this business." Tears filled Marilyn's eyes and she pushed herself up to her knees using her arms alone. Mitzi stepped back and wiggled her fingers tauntingly at her. "Come on, bitch, get up. I'd like nothing more than to knock your fat ass down again." Marilyn rose rockily to her feet and was still unprepared when Mitzi suddenly lashed out with another of her "chorus kicks," driving her heel into Marilyn's big breast. The blonde goddess flipped over backward and landed flat on her back on the floor holding her battered breast with both hands. Mitzi calmly walked around Marilyn and knelt with her knee on the gasping woman's chest. "Give it up, you fraud, before I kick those melons of yours all the way through your chest." Marilyn wiped the tears from her eyes and shook her head. "Never," she gasped through pursed lips. Slowly, the struggling blonde rolled on her side and tried to rise, but Mitzi was ready for her and kicked her in the belly yet again. As Marilyn flopped around on the floor, Mitzi grabbed her by the hair and lifted her to a sitting position. She sat on the floor behind her and wrapped her powerful, dancers legs around Marilyn's waist. She locked her ankles and began to squeeze. Marilyn's face showed the pain she was feeling as the auburn-haired dancer squeezed her like a giant python crushing its prey. Marilyn was gasping for breath and her face was flushed as Mitzi continued to apply pressure. To increase the blonde's discomfort, Mitzi reached over Marilyn's shoulders and grabbed both breasts with her talon-like claws. Marilyn shrieked in pain as Mitzi's well- manicured fingernails sliced easily through the lacy cups of her expensive bra and buried themselves in her pale flesh. Tears welled in the actresses' eyes as Mitzi increased the pressure. Marilyn was an experienced fighter, however, and pain actually made her fight harder. In a tremendous effort of will, she managed to twist her torso until she was able to lift her arm and drive her elbow into the hard, bony part of Mitzi's groin above her pussy. Mitzi's legs flopped open, allowing Marilyn to roll free and scramble to her feet taking several deep breaths in the process. The women faced off again and this time Marilyn used her fists on the auburn-haired chorine. In the next few minutes, Mitzi hit the floor several times, only to rise again and renew the struggle. Whenever they wrestled on the floor Marilyn was on top, each time the dancer was able to throw her off and regain her feet. Eventually, however, the blonde landed several hard shots in a row that took the momentum away from Mitzi but even when she was hurt Mitzi tried gamely to fight back. She continued her assault on Marilyn's soft belly and big boobs although her slapping, a few ineffectual punches and even raking them with her long fingernails couldn't keep Marilyn at bay. Marilyn kept up her attack on Mitzi's lower mid-section after her initial success, driving one hard punch after another low into her stomach, and bringing her fists and elbows up from below whenever she was in position to do so. Marilyn's powerful punches eventually wore down the fit young dancer and when Marilyn backed Mitzi against the wall and delivered three crushing punches in rapid succession to Mitzi's weakened belly, her legs buckled and she slowly sagged to the floor. Marilyn went right down with her and both women ended up kneeling on the floor gasping for breath. Marilyn still had on the remains of her tattered bra, which was dangling precariously from one of her scratched and bleeding breasts. The pain in Mitzi's face was clear as she lay curled on the floor holding her belly and gasping for air. After a few moments, Marilyn staggered to her feet sucking air into her burning lungs. "Let's see how you like it, bitch!" she hissed as she drew back her foot and drove it into Mitzi's right breast. The slender dancer's body shuddered with the impact and she was thrown back against the wall where she lay in a beaten, moaning heap of quivering flesh. Marilyn grabbed Mitzi by the hair and using her upper body strength, lifted her to her feet. Marilyn resumed Mitzi's beating, driving three or four more punches into the dancers mid-section before she could raise her hands to defend herself. When she tried to fend off Marilyn's attack to her belly, however, she left her face unprotected and Marilyn wound up and swung again from the heels! The roundhouse right exploded on the point of the dancer's chin, snapping her head back and to the side. Mitzi was out cold before her limp body even hit the floor. As her battered foe lay in a heap at her feet, Marilyn slowly unbuttoned the auburn-haired dancers halter and unsnapped the strapless brassiere beneath it. Marilyn licked her lips hungrily as she ran her hands over the silky flesh of the young woman's perfect cones. Her thumbs flipped the nubs of Mitzi's nipples and they responded to her touch in spite of the dancer's condition. "Oh, you are a hot one," Marilyn chuckled as she bent to suck on one of the dark little bumps of flesh before she resumed stripping the woman's unresisting body. She unbuttoned Mitzi's skirt and slowly worked it down over her round hips, dragging her panties and tights down with it. Mitzi was beginning to stir as Marilyn pulled her tights over her ankles and she rolled the groggy dancer onto her belly and used the tights to bind her arms behind her back. With her elbows pulled together, Mitzi's firm breasts were thrust forward as her bosom was forced outward by her arms position. As she slowly regained consciousness, Mitzi realized she couldn't move her arms and a look of panic filled her pretty face. Marilyn stood over her, looking down and smirking at her, "You were a lot tougher than I expected, so I'm not going to hurt you as much as I have some others." Mitzi looked around in panic as Marilyn began to roll her black panties down her thighs. While the blonde was distracted, Mitzi scrambled to her feet and tried to run toward the closed and locked door in a final desperate attempt to escape. Marilyn just stuck out her foot and tripped the young woman who, unable to use her hands to break her fall, landed heavily on her breasts on the rough wool carpet. The wool fibers scratched and cut her sensitive nipples as she slid on her chest. She remembered thinking to herself, "That's going to hurtin the morning!" Marilyn grabbed Mitzi by the hips, lifted them and dropped her on her knees. She was face down on the carpet, her breasts mashed flat by the weight of her torso, with her ass jutting into her air as Marilyn knelt behind her. Before Mitzi realized what was happening, Marilyn rammed her right hand between the dancer's parted legs. "No!" she gasped as she realized what was about to happen, but it was already too late! Marilyn laughed as she wiggled her fingers and forced first one, then a second into Mitzi's surprisingly moist pussy. She began to work her as she had so many others she'd had in that position before Mitzi and, like them, Mitzi couldn't help but respond to Marilyn's expert fingering technique. As her breathing became more rapid, her hips began to thrust against Marilyn's forearm. Now that Mitzi was aroused, the blond had no problem working still another finger inside Mitzi's gaping hole. As Mitzi really started getting into it, Marilyn pushed a fourth finger in beside the first three. Marilyn heard Mitzi gasp when she twisted her wrist sideways and slowly pushed her thumb into Mitzi's tight asshole. Marilyn worked slowly, knowing exactly what Mitzi was feeling, as she used her fingers to bring the redhead to the brink of an orgasm and then held her there until Mitzi begged her for release. When Marilyn finally permitted it, Mitzi's orgasm was a powerful one that, literally, knocked the legs out from under her. She collapsed on her belly on the carpet, but her hips continued to grind against Marilyn's hand. Tears of shame and humiliation were streaming down the young woman's cheeks, but there was also a satisfied grin on her lips. Using her hand in Mitzi's pussy and a handful of her auburn hair, Marilyn picked the woman up from the floor and tossed her onto the bed. "Here's a little something to remember me by," Marilyn hissed as she started to spank the dancer's tight ass. By the time Marilyn stopped nearly fifteen minutes later, Mitzi had climaxed twice more from the sensations created by clenching and releasing her abdominal muscles. And she was sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for breath and babbling incoherently. As soon as Mitzi caught her breath, she begged Marilyn for mercy but the cruel blonde just laughed at her and shook her head. She flipped Mitzi onto her back and swung her leg over her body as she straddled the dancer's heaving chest.. "Now Miss Tap-dancer," she cooed seductively as she stroked Mitzi's cheek, "I've given you several orgasms and you've done nothing for me. It's time to make a decision. You can either lick my pussy and, if you do a real good job, I'll untie you and let you go back to your dressing room more or less in one piece; or you can lie there until I suffocate you. It's your choice." With that, Marilyn inched forward until her dark pubic hair covered Mitzi's nose and mouth. At first Mitzi didn't do anything, but when Marilyn pinched her nipples a couple of times and threatened to spank her some more, she broke down and tearfully began to tongue the blonde toward an orgasm. Outside Marilyn's dressing room, stagehands, extras, several maids and costume people had gathered and listened to the sounds of the scuffle. Once it became silent, they exchanged glances and everyone wondered which of the willful women would emerge victorious. Almost unanimously, they expected it would be the fit young dancer that emerged. That was why everyone was stunned when the door opened and a naked Marilyn Monroe come through the door dragging Mitzi's nude and unconscious body by her short auburn hair. She dragged her across the twenty or so feet of space that separated Marilyn's dressing room from Ethel Merman's and dumped the limp body on Ethel's doorstep. Marilyn pounded on the door with her fist and, after a long wait, Ms. Merman opened it. Marilyn hissed to the old actress, "Here's your hired gun, Bitch! Next time, don't send a girl to do a woman's job." With that, she turned and strode proudly back to her dressing room where she quickly dressed and went to the set. Mitzi lay on her face, barely aware of what was going on around her. A young costume assistant went to her, took the groggy dancer in her arms and helped her to her feet. As she did, her right hand cupped the dancer's firm breast and the contact made Mitzi groan in pain. She didn't move her hand, however, for she'd never felt a "star" breast before and it excited her terribly. "Bring her in here," Ethel snapped at the young woman and stepped aside as the young girl dragged Mitzi's scratched and bleeding body into her dressing room. After laying the groggy dancer on Ethel's bed she turned to go, but she paused when she saw Ethel's hands push open Mitzi's limp legs then slide upward to the gaping wet hole between them. The girl smiled as she realized how much she envied the aging actress at the moment Ethel bowed her head and gently kissed the battered mound between Mitzi's legs. Not surprisingly, Mitzi didn't return to work for several days after the fight, but when she did, she and Marilyn got along famously. In fact, the two were considered "friends" from that day until Marilyn's death a short eight years later. The End

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