No DQ, no Count outs, falls count anywhere
The winner is chosen by whichever wrestler is unable to stand up to their feet for a ten count!
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The crowd was restless, waiting for the next match. Then Frankies music hit, followed by the vile gal strutting out with a smirk, whipping what was likely a pre-match bear from her lips and stumbling to the ring. The crowd booed and hissed as Frankie walked onto the stage, the chubby woman was someone the audience had grown to love to hate. She was rude, vulgar, and not afraid to engage the audience. This attitude made her hated, which in turn, made her popular because the audience loved to see other wrestlers try and knock her down a peg. Not that it ever seemed to work out the way they wanted, even when she lost, it really didn't feel like a win, more the survived Frankie.
She got in the ring, flopping into the corner, smirking as she was outfitted in her normal outfit, a black top with the words "The Punk Skunks" with the S in the shape of a skunk tail, referencing a band she enjoyed. Along with this, she wore a tight pair of leopard shorts and her fishnets and boots, the smug girl jiggling her gut as waited for her opposition.