Even when Jackie went to the Playboy Mansion to do a test shoot, she saw Pam walking out as she walked in!

A few days after, both were alerted to an opportunity to read for a part as a lifeguard in a new TV series, Baywatch. Jackie immediately contacted the casting director and the night before the audition, she gave him a night of jungle sex that left them both breathless. The next morning, Jackie walked onto the set with a smug self-assurance Pam had seen a dozen times before.

Pam walked over to Jackie, "Well, how was he? More importantly, how were YOU? Did you take him places he'd never been before?"

Jackie stared daggers back at Pam, "What do you mean?"

"Oh puhleeze! It's written all over your face, Hon. You're not much of an actress, you know," Pam said, needling a thoroughly annoyed Jackie.

Jackie spun on her heel and walked away. The character's name was CJ Parker and, dammit, Jackie was going to be CJ! Two dozen statuesque blondes auditioned that day, but by late afternoon, only two - Pam and Jackie were asked to return.

The director addressed them both, "Girls, we're on the horns of a dilemma. We know one of you is CJ Parker, but we're evenly split on which one of you. It's a coin toss and we thought we'd ask you two to think about it and then come back after you've come up with some decisive way to select a winner."

Jackie shouted out a recommendation, "What if I kick her scrawny ass - right here, right now? When she's face down in the sand, I'll sit on her pointy little head while I sign the contract."

Pam had a good laugh at that.

"In your dreams, Shorty!" Pam held her hands in front of her and wiggled her fingers, "You want some of this? Well, c'mon, bitch, let's give the gentlemen a show."

Teeth bared and claws open, Jackie charged. Pam bent down, keeping her center of gravity low as she prepared to meet her enemy's strike. But Jackie built up a good head of steam and when they collided, she literally bowled Pam over. Jackie landed on top of Pam and went right for her top, shredding it cleanly and exposing her breasts. Jackie mixed in a solid right to the chin, then sank both hands into Pam's tender breast tissue; her sharp nails leaving gashes and welts on the pale boobs as the Canadian beauty writhed and shrieked in agony.

Dominant Jackie yanked Pam's head up by the hair and slapped her face, raking her lethal nails on Pam's cheek. With all her might, Pam stiffened and twisted her body, hoping to get Jackie off-balance. Her first attempt failed, but a second desperate effort toppled Jackie from her perch and sent her rolling to the left. Pam scrambled free and quickly found her feet.

As Jackie slowly straightened up from a crouch, Pam drove a stinging spin kick to her exposed butt. Jackie fell to her hands and knees, easy prey for a lighting round of kicks to her ribcage, fanny and head. Pam was simply too quick for her stronger rival and she pressed her advantage; refusing to let Jackie up.

A particularly punishing kick to the ribs forced Jackie over onto her back writhing in pain and Pam dropped a savage heel kick down on her pussy. Jackie howled in torment as Pam dropped her knees onto Jackie's shoulders in a dominating school girl pin. From there, Pam went to work on Jackie's big breasts. Her attack began with nipple pulling, followed by dozens of backhanded slaps that inevitably lead to scratching and clawing that exceeded in severity Jackie’s attack on her own breasts. Jackie's overdone mascara ran down her cheeks, as torrents of tears flowed from her red eyes.

But in her darkest hour, Jackie remembered how Pam had broken free from her grasp and she too stiffened her body, bucked and threw Pam off-balance. Once she had broken free, Jackie slapped her legs around Pam's chest and arms and locked her ankles, trapping the busty blonde between her powerful thighs in a vice-tight grip. Pam struggled just to breathe as Jackie's thighs crushed her boobs back into her lungs while Jackie used her free hands to yank Pam's head by the hair; bouncing and shaking her head like a defective bobble-head doll.

"Time to admit it, Chickie", Jackie taunted. "You're whipped. Now tell me - who's the better woman?"

Pam's eyes flashed with anger and she refused to concede, so Jackie tightened her leglock and smirked, "Let's try that again, shall we? WHO is the better woman, Pammy?"

Pam said nothing but her face was turning bright red and her breathing labored. Her eyes bugged out, then fluttered closed as her body gave a spasm and suddenly became limp. Jackie leaned back on her elbows as she surveyed the situation, then slowly released her thighs. She stood up, ran her fingers through her tousled hair triumphantly as she glanced over at the Baywatch executives. Then Jackie bent over, and casually reached down for a fistful of Pam's blonde hair as she readied herself to inflict further punishment on Pam's limp body.

But as Jackie's hand neared her face, Pam suddenly came to life. She clapped both hands around Jackie's wrist and the startled victor-apparent did an involuntary somersault as Pam yanked down hard. In a heartbeat, the Canadian blonde who had been lifeless only seconds before, had turned into a rampaging hellcat. Her red face and labored breathing had all been an act!

With a flurry of punches and slaps, Pam quickly turned Jackie's unmarked face into a swollen, splotchy mask of defeat. She stunned her with rights to the jaw and lefts to the nose that nearly ripped Jackie's head off. A clever combination set Jackie up for the finale - a wicked uppercut that lifted her toes off the sand. Jackie lost consciousness somewhere in mid-air as she fell clumsily to the sand and lay face down. Just to be sure her rival was really out, Pam picked up a length of driftwood and slammed it down hard on Jackie's bare, bulbous ass. Her only reaction was the ripples of flesh as the shockwaves rolled through her body. Tacky Jackie was toast!

Pam called the producers over and took a comfortable seat on the back of Jackie's head. She studied the contract briefly and then scrawled her signature, sealing her future as CJ Parker. After shaking hands all around, Pam rose, worked her foot under Jackie’s shoulder and rolled her inert enemy over. She planted a triumphant foot on Jackie's bosom, she smiled and mugged for the camera. Flexing her biceps, Pam celebrated even while her nervous system signaled pain from every inch of her body.

The producers later explained to Pam that the only reason some of them preferred Jackie for the role was that Jackie had bigger boobs.

"Well, we know how to take care of that, don't we?" Pam joked.

A week after her centerfold spread was completed, Pam visited Hollywood's finest plastic surgeon and became the surgically-enhanced household word that she was destined to be. A few weeks of rest did Jackie a world of good and soon after, she was featured in a memorable Miss July layout. The best photos were those taken aboard a sailboat, but when the craft headed back to harbor, Jackie specifically asked that it dock as far from the lifeguard tower as possible.