The Prodigy Vs. The Magician: Lute Alberry (D) Vs. Morgan Pendragon

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Standard Match

Lute Alberry Vs. Morgan Pendragon

Win via Pinfall, submission, disqualification or countout

”Lute Alberry”

To say that Lute was disappointed with her first booked match in LAW was an understatement. “I HAVE TO BEAT UP SOME WANNABE MAGICIAN! THIS IS SOME BOLLOCKS!” She thought to herself. When Lute signed to LAW after dominating the British Wrestling Scene for 5 years, winning multiple titles along the way before vacating them to come over to Japan, she thought she would be getting immediate title shots for both the Middleweight and Openweight Titles, she could wrestle circles over either champion, why are they sticking her with some low tier fighter. If there was something she was going to have to learn, and probably not listen to, was that everyone in LAW starts at basically the same point whether they like it or not, and Lute was going to be treated the same as any other wrestler.

Guess the only thing she could do was focus on the upcoming match with Morgan Pendragon, she would destroy her in a few minutes, and that will convince LAW management to give her a well deserved title shot. That will be the plan as Lute set up her leotard and tied up her wrestling boots, ready to get out, make her debut in LAW, and run right over her opponent.

The lights turned purple inside the arena as the music began to play, and Lute made her way to the stage to a lot of boos, people really not liking how up her own ass she was, to which Lute just waved them off, they could think what they want, they are idiots either way.

She walked down to the ring, before getting up the steel steps and heading inside the ring, before going to the center of the ring and posing, admiring herself while the crowd booed, to which she flipped them off in response before heading towards her corner, waiting for her opponent to arrive.

She wanted to get this over with as fast as she could, come on Morgan, Lute just wants to make you cry.

[3ho]

England was a funny place, at least from what Morgan remembered. It had been nearly a decade since she was there on tour with her parents' act, but she did remember the funny little cars and phone booths. London had a lot of colors which is what she thought of when she saw her opponent, Lute, saunter down the ramp to a chorus of boos.

That was funny.

Not in a laughing at Lute kind of way but funny in that the audience already knew who they were rooting for and who they were booing. Morgan didn't really mind since she was obviously coming out ahead in that, but it was still funny how they pinned Lute down in her debut match as someone to boo. Maybe her previous acts were bad? She wasn't sure, but oh well.

Morgan did have the...

♫...Magic in me.
Every time I touch that track it...♫

Cue. Stage enter.

Morgan emerged under the sparkling lights of her fireworks, waving to a collection of cheers. She stopped to raise a hand to then quickly flick her wrist and summon a rolled up T-Shirt from seemingly out of nowhere into her hand! Of course, Morgan knew how but she wasn't going to tell. As she stepped down the ramp, she made a line towards a kid in the audience who was being heaved up on his pa's shoulders. Morgan presented the shirt to the kid before hurry off towards the ring. She thought about using a flower but that would have been a little too romantic. Maybe if she faced someone she thought would be fun to tease, she'd do that to them.

Sliding in the ring, Morgan hopped up and gave Lute a set of waggling fingers in a wavy. "Absolute mingin' they jeered ya, lass!" Morgan mimicked an English accent and while it was good, it suffered from the American impression of her not doing a specific English accent to really place it, hence it stood out to a native. Returning to her normal accent, Morgan leaned onto her legs. "But don't worry, I'll get them cheering for us both!"