"What's the big idea?" she asked Pamela
over the phone. "How dare you say that you'd kick my ass."
"Don't get upset," said Pamela.
"Upset!" replied Yasmine, storming around
the house. "You've got some nerve, bitch."
"Well, it's true," said Pamela. "And
you better watch who you call a bitch."
"You get on the phone and call them. I want
you to retract that statement," demanded Yasmine.
"I will not," shouted Pamela.
"Bitch, you better, or else," threatened
"Fuck you! You better cool down, bitch,"
"Alright, you blond bimbo, you asked for it,"
said Yasmine slamming down the phone.
Yasmine immediately got on the phone with several
tabloids, Entertainment Weekly, Entertainment Tonight, People,
and a few other celebrity watch publications and told them to
all show up at her house a week from Saturday because she and
Pamela Anderson were going to have a no-holds barred catfight.
The news spread like a California mudslide. Pamela's phone and
home became bombarded with reporters inquiring about the big fight.
"If that bitch wants a fight, then it's a fight
she's gonna get," Pamela told one reporter.
Nearly 300 reporters and friends gathered at Yasmine's
on the afternoon of the fight. Rumors of their recent troubles
on the set of Baywatch was discussed as the crowd awaited the
blonde and brunette to fight. Pamela was flocked by media as she
got out of her limo. Flashes and bright lights captured her in
her sexy cut-off jeans and sleeveless plaid shirt that was tied
up under her breast. The tops of her firm orbs looked like ripe
melons, and her tan stomach was tone and fit.
When Pamela made her way into the backyard, Yasmine
came out from the house decked in a white bikini bottom and a
skimpy, half t-shirt. There was no formalalities. People had to
stand just as if this was a fight happening on any school yard,
"You blond slut," said Yasmine making her
way from her backdoor and through the crowd of people.
Pamela walked towards her briskly. "Let's go,
you fuckin' cunt," she said.
Friends and media scrambled to get the best view
as the blonde and brunette broke into a sprint for each other.
Upon contact, Pamela slapped the shit out of Yasmine's face as
Yasmine dug her hands inside Pamela's soft hair.
"Ouch!" cried Pamela as she slapped Yasmine
The second slap knocked Yasmine off balance, and
Pamela easily took her to the ground and straddled her back. As
Yasmine tried to buck her off, Pamela stood up on one knee and
then rammed her other knee between Yasmine's parted legs. Yasmine
dropped spread eagle as Pamela's knee slammed against her crotch
from the backside. Pamela mounted her again and struck her along
the side of the face with a punch. This seemed to bring the brunette
beauty to her senses, and she quickly bucked Pamela off.
As they jumped to their feet, Yasmine's top rode
up above her left breast and Pamela immediately lashed out at
"FUCK!" shouted the brunette as she turned
her back and clutched the orb that Pamela had scratched.
Pamela kicked her Nike into Yasmine's butt and sent
her staggering into the tight circle of witnesses.
Yasmine wheeled around only to find Pamela's hands
sinking into her hair.
"Eeeeoouu!!" she cried as Pamela yanked
out a clump of hair.
"You sorry slut!" shouted Pamela as she
tore out another lump of hair. "Mess with me will you!"
Yasmine fought back with a slap that turned Pamela's
head, and then the two of them got busy throwing punches. However,
the brunette managed only one landing punch. A blow that put a
gash against Pamela's left cheekbone. Pamela was proving to be
the better puncher though. Three times she struck the brunette's
face, busting open her lower lip. She also landed two, hard blows
into Yasmine's soft, sexy mid-section.
In order to stop the onslaught, Yasmine clinched
Pamela up, and the two of them grabbed the back of each other's
hair and pulled. For several seconds Pamela and Yasmine kept the
other's face aimed at the sky as their breasts and hips pressed
"Bitch!" hissed Pamela as she gave Yasmine
a good hard slap across the cheek. "UGH!" moaned the
blonde as her tan belly absorbed a tight fist.
As their legs tangled, they fell to the grass in
a heep of arms, legs, and hair. The crowd moved around them as
they rolled from side to side, to side to side, and then back
again. Legs locked and unlocked together as the sound of material
being ripped could barely be heard.
"Sssshhhiiittt!!" howled Pamela as Yasmine's
nails dug into the firm flesh of her tits.
"I'm gonna squeeze all that shit out, bitch,"
said Yasmine. "Aaaauuggh!!" she cried as Pamela's hooks
found her tender white tits.
The crowd was going wild as the blonde and brunette
mauled the daylights out of each other. Pamela and Yasmine screamed
and cried tears of pain as they relentlessly scratched tits and
"Damn you, Yasmine!" cried Pamela as she
rolled on top of the brunette and straddled her waist.
With Pamela's weight upon her stomach, Yamine knew
that she had to do something fast. Her tits were flaming red and
throbbing like hell, and although Pamela's tits looked just as
bad, those fake bastards seemed to be able to stand more pain.
Doubling up her fist, Yasmine cracked it across the blonde's chin.
Pamela's head spun on her shoulders, but she fought back with
a wicked slap, and then a backhand that made Yasmine see stars.
"You CUNT!!" shouted Pamela as she stood
to one knee, and once again brought the other home against Yasmine's
With her legs spread wide, Pamela's knee had an open
"UUUGGGHHhhh..." moaned Yasmine from the
depths of her lower region.
With blackness engulfing her, Yasmine felt Pamela
plop her ass down upon her tender tits. She felt a jarring blow
to her jaw, but after that, she had to watch the rest on tape.