WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence.
Featuring: Melissa Elizabeth Santos (Lucha Underground ring announcer)
What Happens Underground - Part 1
A Lucha Underground erotic story
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Before I explain the events that resulted in one of the best nights of sex of my life, I'd just like to explain that until I took the job as a technical engineer for the El Rey Network, I knew absolutely nothing about pro wrestling, and even less about Lucha Libre. So when I was told I was being assigned to help make things run smoothly for the tapings of some show called "Lucha Underground" I wasn't exactly thrilled. But Hell, I was going to get paid and that's what mattered to me.
It was the third taping that I'd worked at, and I didn't understand any of the action that was happening. A load of guys in masks and a couple not flying around, crashing into each other and fighting when they weren't flipping around. Not exactly my scene. The women were hot as hell though, and that's where this story gets to the point.
The show was going on and I was sitting back, checking the levels and making sure all the boxes were ticked and so on and so forth, you don't need the details of the paperwork. It was just before another match of some kind when there was an issue with the audio system, specifically the currently used microphone in the ring.
Melissa Elizabeth Santos - A gorgeous, brunette Latina with lovely long legs, a great looking ass, and similarly nice, rounded tits. That beauty could fill out a dress better than any catwalk model across America! For Lucha Underground, she served as the ring announcer and her sexy sounding voice was just right for the job - she seemed especially good at announcing one masked female wrestler "Sexy Star", making a show of that name calling. But that "Luchadora" is for another story.
Santos went to announce a match, but the mic cut out, leaving her mouthing and not being heard. She tapped the top of the mic, but no sound came from it. Not exactly a good sign. A glance to one of my El Rey co-workers only got a shrug, but as luck or fate or whatever would have it there was a spare mic right by our position. Thinking fast, I snatched it up and left the position, heading down to the ringside area in my jeans, Lucha Underground T-shirt (standard issue for the staff, not my first choice for damn sure) and sneakers.
"Over here! New mic for you!" I called out, getting her attention as she smiled, walking over in her high heels and nicely fitting red dress that went from over the top of her chest to down just above the knee. As she came close I held out the new microphone with one hand, and the other reaching in to take the other from her.
"Thanks!" She said, kneeling down as we switched mics and I had to try my best to not try and sneak a look either at those ripe tits or at a potential upskirt from her position. Instead just looking at her as I backed away from the ring, she seemed to be giving me a look over as moved back to continue her duties with a sly little smirk on her face. Looked to me like she was checking me out so I smiled back before taking off back behind the scenes and out of sight.
Allowing myself to brag for a moment, I certainly don't have exactly a tough time getting with chicks. I'd say I'm pretty handsome, not exactly a movie star or anything but my short brown hair and brown eyes seemed to do the trick. And keeping myself in good shape, again not a bodybuilder but far away from a couch potato also leans well to getting into panties to be blunt. Around this TV taping environment I guess I stand out being one of the few white men working here, which struck me as surprising considering the announce team as they called it spoke English, and most of whenever anyone spoke it was in English. As I said before I didn't understand wrestling or lucha one bit. Whatever sells and gets ratings I suppose.
Getting back to the point now - the tapings continued and wrapped up, crew dissembling the ring, bringing down the lights and everything else. Away from this in my "office" of sorts - a room set aside where I can check over equipment and do testing to make sure anything that's broken and can be fixed is fixed, I'd just finished logging the paperwork about the now formerly faulty microphone. I was planning on slipping out of the building soon after that I'd done that, but a knock on the door put a stop to that plan.
"It's open!" I yelled as I turned around, having not expected any company. I was friendly enough with the other tech guys and workers around here, the ones that spoke English at least, but I certainly didn't have an open invitation for people to come and go into my workspace.
The clicking heels of that gorgeous ring announcer was a welcome expectation as she stepped in, and closed the door behind her as she gave me a smile. "Jay, isn't it? My hero with a microphone..." Melissa said as she stopped in front of me and placed her hands on her hips.
"Yep, I guess that's me!" I replied with a chuckle. Oh yeah, my name is Jay. Did I mention that? Guess considering what all happened something like my name isn't all that important. "Even fixed up this guy here so he's not going to mess with you anymore Melissa." I joked, holding up the microphone.
