A mistake in the schedule

“Please go to the locker room and then to the massage room, the master is a little late, we hope for your understanding,” said the administrator.
"No problem, thank you."

Charlotte walked down a short corridor and entered the locker room. She has never been to this spa before, but this place has great reviews. The Frenchwoman desperately needed a good rest and she couldn't think of anything better than a massage session. She managed to fix her financial situation and therefore now she could afford to relax a little. After the last matches, she literally heard her muscles asking for a real professional to work with them. And she saw no reason to deny her body such desires.

The young woman got rid of her outerwear and put on a simple sports bra and sports briefs. She's been under too much stress lately. Of course, all this was due to the matches and everything connected with it. After the Summer Splash fiasco, she began to take match after match, not caring at all about fatigue and other trifles. Most of these matches were hardcore, that way she tried to prepare herself for whatever the future might hold.

However, there was the Avalanche ahead and therefore the Frenchwoman decided to slow down slightly. After meeting women like Ragna and Adrian, she decided that she should take at least a short break before taking part in one of the biggest events of the year. It would be reckless to take on more matches before such an important event. Last year, the winter match brought her many laurels, after which many began to believe that it was her destiny to become the next champion. She was going to repeat this success this winter too.

She closed her things in a locker, then took a large towel and entered the massage room. It was a relatively small room with a few shelves, a few nightstands and, of course, a massage table. Charlotte put a towel on the massage table and sat on the edge, waiting for the master, who, according to the administrator, is a little late.

Using her free time, she looked around. The shelves were stocked with a wide variety of aromatic oils. It looks like it really was a good spa, because not every massage master could boast of such a wide assortment. Charlotte raised her arms above her head and stretched. She involuntarily recalled her last trip to the spa. At that time, she was with a person whom at that time she considered a friend and rival. The pink-haired woman shook her head, trying to ward off those memories.

This chapter of her life was left behind, let it remain so. Now Charlotte was determined to look in only one direction - forward. Ahead was waiting for the Avalanche and she had already chosen the opponent she wanted to challenge. Her career is skyrocketing again and so she's going to make a great match. But before that, she was going to relax. Therefore, now she could only wait for the massage master.

After receiving a minute of absolute silence, Charlotte plunged into her own thoughts. The young woman recently realized that she began to think more about her life. Usually such questions did not bother her, since she preferred that everything went on as usual. She did not like to think a lot about the past, because she was sure that it would interfere with living in the present. And she didn't like to think about the future, because more often than not you don't even know what will happen tomorrow.

However, some events change people. Charlotte realized that she began to change after the Summer Splash. Once in the hospital and having heard the diagnosis, she literally during a few moments remembered everything that happened to her in life. It was at that moment that she began to think more about the things that were in the past and the things that will be in her future. After she recovered from the injury Alaina gave her, she began to move forward again. A match after match with a wide variety of women, most of these meetings were hardcore and ended in pain and blood. She now clearly saw her goal.

Suddenly, the door to the massage parlor opened. Charlotte spontaneously got to her feet and then turned to the side to greet the massage master. But instead, she saw a brunette in a sports bra and panties. It was easy to see that she was athletic. And, of course, it was easy to guess that she was definitely not a massage master. Convinced that this woman had just chose the wrong door, Charlotte was about to greet her and tell her that she should probably go to another room. But the stranger prevented Charlotte from having to start a conversation.

"Beg your pardon?" said Charlotte, who did not even immediately grasp the meaning of everything the brunette had just said.

The pink-haired woman recently ran into several arrogant and arrogant women at once. Ragna and Adrian have stood out the most from the persons Charlotte has encountered lately. But she had never had to deal with such insolent words in such a situation. The smile that was originally on the face of the Frenchwoman disappeared as if it had never been there. The young woman put her left hand on her waist while her eyes narrowed slightly.

“I booked a massage for this particular time,” she said in a slightly cold voice, “so I suggest you speak to the receptionist so that you can be given another time.”

Even with the coldness in her voice, Charlotte tried to remain emphatically polite, despite the fact that she did not like the words of this brunette at all. Plus, she saw no reason to leave. Not only because now it was her booked time, but also because she was not going to retreat after such insolent words in her direction. She had honor and pride, and some stranger was definitely not a reason for Charlotte to give up the time that had been booked just for her.

Misunderstandings happen. There is no doubt about it. And it looks like that was the case. And perhaps on any other day this situation would be very easy to solve. If this woman had shown at least a little tact, then they could have contacted the administrator to find out exactly how it happened and who exactly booked the time for the massage first. But after such insolent words, the Frenchwoman would agree with only one option. And this option meant that this brunette should get out of the massage room.

But, apparently, this Japanese woman had enough audacity in reserve to respond to Charlotte's words even more rudely. The young woman barely restrained herself from clenching her fists. Lately, she has managed to get a little used to upstarts, some women have taken care of it. And she could put up with those cases, because they were directly related to the ring. But now it was not something related to the ring, now it was a matter of principle.

The pink-haired woman slightly furrowed her eyebrows after the last words of the uninvited guest. Too important? Who does this bitch even think she is? Charlotte took a few smooth steps and she stopped only at the moment when there was almost no free space between them. Just one more centimeter and their breasts would have touched. Charlotte looked down at the brunette, she was at least three inches taller.

"Maybe you're not as important as you think," Charlotte said in the same cold voice, "because if you were so important, then your name would be on the schedule, and not Charlotte Ravel's name, which is mine."

Some say that impudence is the second happiness. And there really was some truth in these words. Not all of them, but some arrogant people under some circumstances are able to achieve a lot thanks to arrogance. Many people are very modest and they get lost when they meet a really arrogant person, this is what opens the way for arrogant people. But Charlotte was not one of those who could be intimidated or crushed by authority. And she was going to make it more than clear to the brunette.

"So, with all due respect to such an "important" person as you..." said the Frenchwoman, slightly tilting her head forward, "get out of my massage room or I'll really take on the role of a masseuse and massage you so well that you'll forget how important you think you are."

Charlotte was indeed famous for her calmness and patience, but only for the time being. In most cases, the Frenchwoman believed that any conflict does not have to end on something more material than words. Therefore, she tried to stay cool almost always. But what can you do if sometimes politeness and calmness are not enough?

Today was just such a case. It wasn't hard to guess that this brunette, whose name was unknown to Charlotte, wasn't going to move away. And the chance to resolve this misunderstanding with a simple conversation was exhausted at the moment when she almost openly began to insult the Frenchwoman. The pink-haired woman wasn't going to put up with it.

This is exactly what Charlotte informed the uninvited guest, approaching her and answering her in her own manner. She had no idea what this Japanese woman thought of herself. But it didn't change anything. Today, the massage room was booked for Charlotte and some brazen bitch was not a reason for her to refuse it. The pink-haired woman continued to stare at the brunette at the moment when she began to speak. Charlotte had no reason to trust her, but it still looked like the brunette had decided to back off. And then everything went to the most unpleasant scenario possible.

There was a loud whipping sound, as if someone had swung a whip. The Japanese woman's palm slammed into Charlotte's cheek. A burning pain ran across the skin of her face. The Frenchwoman's head jerked sharply to the side and because of the surprise she even took half a step back. Involuntarily, she raised her left hand and covered the place of impact. Oh, this woman had impressive strength. Charlotte had to clench her jaw in order to stifle a painful groan.

But the pain was only a small fraction of what she felt now. She always tried to control her anger, even in the most difficult moments in the ring. But now Charlotte could feel her heart beating fast. Her lips tightened and her eyes filled with rage. It was the point of no return.

"D'accord..." she said in a barely audible voice.

Without any warning, she was going to rise on her toes, spinning to the right side. The brunette made her statement and started what she shouldn't have started. Either she didn't believe Charlotte's words, or she was overly confident that she could handle it. And the Frenchwoman was determined to check it out. She was going to lift her right leg, bent at the knee, and then abruptly straighten that leg in the direction of the middle section of the Japanese woman. It was probably the fastest of the powerful kicks she knew. And so she wanted to see how well the brunette would cope with the strength of her muscular legs because now Charlotte intended to hit her with a back kick!

Everything could have been solved differently. Until Charlotte got slapped in the face. Words can be painful, but words in most cases remain words. Therefore, the Frenchwoman was ready to close her eyes to the whole stream of dirt from the mouth of this woman. But after the uninvited guest hit her, the pink-haired woman's patience came to an end. A phrase often used by her best friend, Astrid, would be perfect here. Don't wake the dragon. However, Juri woke something much scarier up.

It was evident at the moment when Charlotte's eyes were filled with rage. This happened extremely rarely. Even in the most difficult moments in the ring, she tried to remain calm. Emotions were not her helpers. Therefore, the Frenchwoman always kept her composure, not giving in to emotions, especially dark ones. But this woman managed to arouse her rage. And Charlotte channeled that rage into a kick.

Her foot crashed into Juri's bare stomach and the Japanese woman was thrown back. The Frenchwoman saw how saliva flew out of the brunette's mouth. At the moment when Juri's back collided with the wall of the massage room, Charlotte put her foot on the floor. She clenched her fists and raised them to the level of her chin, taking a fighting stance.

Despite the fact that it was a quick and powerful kick, the uninvited guest recovered quickly enough. First she straightened up to her full height, and then threw another phrase. Charlotte's eyes flashed. With each new word from this woman, she became angrier and angrier. The Frenchwoman did not divide the world into white and black. And there were very few people Charlotte could truly hate. But this woman more than completely fell into the category of people whom the pink-haired woman could not stand.

"You started it," Charlotte said in a cold voice, "but I'll be the one to finish it."

That wasn't she who struck first. And she warned. The Frenchwoman rarely made promises, but this time she made an exception. She promised that if this brunette does not get out of her massage room, then her ass is waiting for a kick. Juri crossed the border. Her arrogance blinded her. And Charlotte was determined to teach her a lesson.

The Frenchwoman rushed forward. The massage room severely limited the space, but there was still enough free space by the standards of the pink-haired woman. The distance between them wasn't too big, she only had three free steps. Charlotte intended to use the first two steps in order to shift slightly first to the right and then to the left in order to defocus the brunette's attention.

"Let's clear your stupid head," she thought.

On the third step, Charlotte accelerated sharply with the intention of bursting into Juri's space. The Frenchwoman's left hand went forward, straight into the brunette's chin, it was a left jab, a simple but fastest punch. However, Charlotte was not going to use this as a real threat, this punch was needed only to shift the protection of the Japanese woman. And if she really succeeded, then it would be the turn of the real attack. An eye for an eye was not one of Charlotte's principles, but she was going to send a right hook to Juri's left cheek in order to test how well her head would cope with it.