Her Tattooed Savior
A New Adult Wrestling Erotic Romance
By Selena Storm
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Copyright 2014 by Selena Storm
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Her Tattooed Savior
Her foundation bottle was almost empty and Mandy was starting to panic. Ronnie would be there to pick her up any minute and she had to cover the bruise on her cheek or he was likely to give her another one. It was her second bottle of foundation in as many months, but Ronnie had been more willing to use the back of his hand recently and Mandy had no choice but to layer on her makeup in an effort to cover the marks his fists had left.
Her face stung when she blotted the ugly yellow bruise on her cheek. Its center was still a deep plum on her tanned skin, but the edges had faded into the ugliest yellow she’d ever seen. It was the worst bruise he’d ever given her, but unlike before, there was no apology. He didn’t beg forgiveness like he used to when he lost his temper. He had hit her and then just walked away from her.
That was almost four days ago and she hadn’t heard from him since, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d just left to cool off for a while. Mandy knew she better be ready for him at six sharp or there would be even more trouble and she couldn’t afford another bottle of twenty dollar foundation right now.
Ronnie hadn’t always been so bad, not really. Or at least that’s what Mandy tried to convince herself as she added another layer of powder over her bruise. They’d started dating four years ago when they were both sixteen and she thought he was her true love. When they’d started dating, it had been so passionate and Ronnie was so romantic and sweet. He had a temper and he let it get the best of him sometimes, but he’d cried the first time he shoved her. He promised it would never happen again and she believed him.
She believed him until he did it again. That time she got flowers. The time after that it was a new necklace. He’d shove her and then cry and give her a present. It happened every few months, but Mandy always chalked it up to his temper. Besides, she’d been accustomed to her father’s fists since she was little. Mandy just took it as a fact that men lost their tempers and it was her own fault for getting in their way.
Ronnie was getting worse though. He’d been getting worse for months and she was finally being really thankful that he’d said no when she’d asked him to move in with her when she got the tiny apartment on her eighteenth birthday. She’d been waiting tables at their local diner since before they were dating and with her tips, Mandy had enough to cover a small apartment. If Ronnie could even just help with the groceries, she’d want him to live with her.
He’d said a flat no, and had refused her ever since. That didn’t stop him for staying over whenever he wanted, eating her food, using her toiletries, and having his friends over when he felt like it, even if it meant keeping Mandy up at all hours of the night. She loved him and she put up with it, even when she knew she shouldn’t.
When he’d started coming by less, Mandy had panicked. Despite their problems, she loved him so much. When he was good to her, there was no one better in the universe. Sadly, the good times were dwindling and the old Ronnie was slowly being replaced with a man she hardly knew anymore. He’d been losing weight, his skin had gotten worse, and his temper was only growing shorter. She’d heard the rumors, but it had taken her finding his pipe in her apartment that made her believe what she’d been hearing around town.
For once in her life, Mandy had the courage to confront her boyfriend about what he was doing. His father was the sheriff and even he wouldn’t be able to help him if Ronnie got caught with meth on him.
“Stupid bitch,” Ronnie had laughed at her as he gave her the bruise she now wore on her cheek. “Stay out of my business!”
“I just don’t want you to get in trouble,” she’d sobbed at Ronnie. “What if your dad finds out?”
“You think he doesn’t know?” Ronnie screamed at her. The walls of her apartment were paper thin and she knew her neighbors could hear him every time he lost his temper, but no one ever called the cops. What good would it have done with Ronnie’s dad as sheriff? Even if someone came, they’d just leave again. It had happened before and it’s what would happen again.
“What?” Mandy sniffed as she cowered in the corner of her living room. “He knows?”
“Who do you think has been making the meth?” Ronnie laughed in her face. “Of course he knows! I just give my old man enough to keep him quiet and he keeps the cops off our backs. You better keep your stupid mouth shut. No cop is going to help you if you tell anyone.”
She knew he was right and she shuddered as he stormed out of her apartment. Mandy knew meth had become a huge problem in Alabama, but she didn’t think anyone she knew personally was a user. A few customers at the diner were obviously smoking it, but to know Ronnie was the one making it? She’d gripped her knees and spent the night curled up on the floor, unsure what to do.
It had been four days since that night, but she knew he would pretend it never happened and pick her up like normal for the plans they’d made over a week ago. He’d gotten tickets to a wrestling event in Montgomery, but he’d never told her how. Now she suspected it was something to do with the meth.
Ronnie had insisted that she attend the show with him and his buddies. She hated his friends, she always had and she blamed them for his temper and how he treated her when they were around. He was always at his worst when they hung out with his friends and now she’d have to spend an hour in the car with the lot of them and pretend she was having a great time.
Though she wasn’t a wrestling fan, Ronnie had bought her a t-shirt a couple years back and she’d dug it out of her closet. It was a little snug over her full breasts, but it was looser in the waist. She paired it with denim shorts, it was too hot out for much else, and a pair of flip flops. It wasn’t classy, but it seemed appropriate for the event.
From outside, Mandy heard the horn of Ronnie’s old white Cadillac blare so she knew he’d arrived. In a last ditch effort, she styled her sandy blonde hair so it covered her cheek enough to hide the last of the bruise and she took the stairs down to meet her boyfriend and his friends.
The car was packed with guys and she shoved her way into the middle of the backseat. She had to sit between Craig and his brother Bill, two men she’d despised since childhood, but she kept her lips shut and tried to stay unnoticed for the hour drive into the city. With so many people in the car, she knew it was unsafe, but what cop would pull them over? She just had to pray that Ronnie was sober enough to drive them there. The way home would be a different matter, but she’d worry about
that later.
By some miracle they made it safely into Montgomery and Ronnie found his way to the stadium. Parking was twenty dollars and he demanded that Mandy cough up the cash as they waited in line with the other cars to get entrance into the parking lot. He was always demanding she pay for stuff and she pulled a twenty from her purse and handed it to him without protest. None of his friends ever paid for anything, but he had almost broken her wrist the one time she’d mentioned it. She never asked about it again after that.
The white and teal coliseum was lit up like she’d never seen before. She’d only been to a few shows there as a teen, but she’d never seen it lit up like it was for the wrestling event. There were people everywhere and fans were screaming as they walked towards the entrance. Spotlights shined high in the sky and eighties rock music was blaring from speakers. If she had to guess, Mandy thought there had to be twenty thousand people there and suddenly she thought, What if I just walked away and got lost in the crowd?
It wasn’t the first time she’d had a thought like that, but they were becoming more frequent as of late. She didn’t speak to her parents anymore, Ronnie had cost Mandy her friends long ago, and her she could probably get a waitressing job anywhere. What was stopping her?
Ronnie was what stopped her, he always did. He would do something sweet and she would forgive everything and stick around. It was so predictable that she had to laugh at herself as she trailed behind the group of guys she’d arrived with. People had started going into the stadium and Ronnie wanted to make sure they found their seats before anyone took them.
Mandy had never really cared for wrestling, even though Ronnie loved it. When she’d talked about cutting her cable to save some money he’d screamed at her that she had to keep it so he could watch wrestling at her place. He was pretty obsessed, but Mandy had never seen the draw in watching grown men beat each other up. She got enough of that at home.
Their seats didn’t turn out to be seats at all. They were standing right at the edge of the barriers closest to the squared wrestling ring and Mandy quickly found herself pushed behind the men she was with, but she didn’t mind. The only thing that kept her from leaving all together and waiting in the lobby was that Ronnie kept shooting her looks to make sure she stayed put.
The houselights started to lower and the crowd screamed so loud that Mandy feared she might go deaf. She watched on tiptoes as two men entered the ring and started calling each other out while the crowd around her chanted for them. The whole place was electric and when the first match began, she couldn’t help but start to get into it.
Maybe that’s the draw of it, she thought to herself as she watched. It was so much different than watching at home with Ronnie. Having other people around made the event come to life and by the third match, Mandy couldn’t stop herself from trying to shove between the guys so she could get a better view of what was going on.
She didn’t get to watch for long. Bill and Craig easily pushed her back out of their way and she found herself almost falling backward, but thankfully someone behind her caught her before she landed on her ass. Her face had gone a hot red as she stared at the backs of their heads and she thought of a million ways to push them right back, but she politely thanked the person who’d helped her and went back to only seeing a bit of the ring from behind the taller men. At least Ronnie hadn’t noticed what had happened and started a fight over it.
It was the final match of the night that Ronnie was really pumped about. His new favorite wrestler, or so he’d said in the car, was a guy by the name Jay Viper who was fighting the current champion. Mandy watched as Jay strut towards the ring, his muscles and long hair gleaming in the bright lights of the arena, his black trunks leaving little to her imagination, and his tattoos lit a fire within her. She’d never seen a man who looked like him before and she was unable to take her eyes off him as he ignited the crowd.
His opponent was a huge man by the name of Red Stark and the crowd went absolutely wild as the two of them began to spar. Mandy watched through her tiny eyehole while the bigger man tossed Jay Viper out of the ring and towards where they were standing.
“Get up!” she found herself screaming at the muscular man on the ground. “He’s coming! Get up!”
The only thing her scream managed to do was get the attention of her boyfriend and he shot her a look to shut up. The match had filled her with so much adrenaline that she almost told him to screw himself, but she forced herself silent or risk another bruise.
Like an explosion, everything changed at once. Right in front of her face, Red Stark threw Jay Viper over the cushioned barrier and like a true gentleman, Ronnie shoved himself behind Mandy so he didn’t get hit when the muscular man came flying into the crowd. Around her, people were screaming with passion and glee as the match entered the audience, but all she could do was stare down at the man at her feet.
Up close he was even better than he had been from in the ring. His oiled up muscles flexed as he tossed his dark hair off his face, but then his eyes met Mandy’s and for a second they were completely alone in the area. The screams around her didn’t matter, Ronnie grabbing her arm didn’t matter. Nothing did except Jay’s impossibly light green eyes as they met hers and she could have sworn he felt the same way.
And then it was over. Nothing more than a second must have passed, but Jay Viper was on his feet and jumping over the barrier to face is opponent again while Mandy was left to stare speechless at the ring.
“What the hell was that?” Ronnie growled in her ear as he squeezed her arm.
“Nothing,” she tried to whisper back to him. “I was just scared.”
“Bull,” he gave her a shake. “I don’t need you going around making googly eyes at the wrestlers. Just shut up until the match is over.”
Just like that, her fantasy was over. Ronnie had ruined the most exhilarating experience she’d had in years with a few cruel words. Mandy retreated into her personal shell and she quietly watched the end of the match, careful not to look at Jay Viper for even a second. She knew she was going to get it when they got home, she didn’t want to make it worse by making him angrier.
With the event over, Ronnie grabbed Mandy by the wrist and started dragging her through the crowd. It didn’t matter that they’d left his friends behind, it didn’t even matter that people were staring at them. Ronnie dragged Mandy through the masses of people and didn’t slow down even after she lost a flip flop somewhere along the way. He wouldn’t pause as he pulled her towards the car with her begging him to let her find her shoe.
Tears were streaming down her face by time Ronnie threw her at the Cadillac. Instinctively, her hands went to her face to protect herself as she cried for his forgiveness.
“Please,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry!”
“Bullshit!” he yelled at her with his fist raised over his head. “You embarrassed me in front of my friends. Again!”
Mandy squeezed her eyes shut as she continued to cry and plead, but Ronnie’s fists never came. She waited for the impact, she readied herself, but the blow never made contact. Instead she heard, “Dude, what the hell?” and she forced herself to look to see what was going on.
Standing between her and her boyfriend was the largest man she’d ever seen in person. Even in the dark parking lot she could see his tanned muscles, his dark hair tied back in a ponytail, and the tattoos that traced down his arms. It took her a second to realize who it was, he looked so much different when he was wearing clothes, but the man in front of her was Jay Viper.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” the big man boomed as he squeezed Ronnie’s fist in his large hand. “Are you actually going to hit an innocent woman?”
“Stay out of it!” Ronnie screamed at the wrestler. “No one asked you.”
“You asked me the moment you raised your hand to her,” Viper informed Ronnie as he squeezed his hand harder. Mandy could see the wrestler breathing heavily as he bellowed, “Did no one teach you any respect?”
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br /> “What’s it to you?” Ronnie screamed back. Mandy knew that after the beers and probably some meth that Ronnie wasn’t feeling any of it, and she was more worried for the muscular wrestler than her skinny boyfriend. She’d heard what meth could do to people and she already knew what Ronnie was capable of.
Still, the big wrestler showed no fear. He easily pushed Ronnie to the ground and by then enough of a crowd had gathered that even Ronnie knew to stay down. People had their phones out and they were taking pictures as Jay Viper turned and helped Mandy to her feet. “What’s your name?” he asked as he extended his hand.
“Mandy,” she told him. “Ow!” she cried as she dropped back to the ground.
“Are you okay?” Jay Viper asked as he kneeled down beside her.
“My foot,” she whimpered. “I think I cut it.”
“Yup, looks like,” Jay said as he took one look at it. “Here, I’ll take you to the ring doctor to get it checked out.”
Mandy was going to tell him no, she was going to stay with Ronnie and deal with the consequences, but Jay didn’t give her a chance to argue. He scooped her up in his muscular arms and carried her back towards the arena with Ronnie screaming after them. If he followed her, she didn’t know, but she didn’t see him when they got back inside.
“What happened to your shoe?” Jay asked as they got back inside. “No wonder you cut your foot.”
“I’m clumsy,” Mandy lied as Jay carried her down a set of stairs. She was used to lying about where her injuries came from. She couldn’t stop herself even though she knew Jay had seen Ronnie about to hit her again.
“No you aren’t,” Jay called her on it in his deep voice. “I know an abuser when I see one, and I didn’t need to see him about to hit you to know it. I’ll get the doctor to check out your foot, but don’t lie to him.”
Mandy gulped, but she nodded. Despite all her injuries, she’d never once seen a doctor. Once she worried that Ronnie had broken her wrist, but after a few days she could move it again and decided she was fine. There was no reason to get a doctor involved, they just asked questions she didn’t want to answer.
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