Oil wrestling match. Standard rules apply (Victory via pinfall, submission, DQ, or count ount)
Spoiler

Getting the signal to make her entrance, Mandy would smirk and flip her hair as the announcer made their call.
Hailing from Canada and coming in at six feet tall and one hundred and eighty pounds, hide the treasure and the rum- here comes the Crass Corsair: Mandy Cannons!!
Soaking in the boos from the crowd, Mandy would strut her way down the ramp and towards the ring. The overall negative vibe she was feeling from the audience was harsher than anything she felt so far- perhaps a result of her last match, not that she cared. When she climbed the rope to get into the ring however... Mandy's foot would slip and send her flying off her feet in a shrill shriek! If she hadn't grabbed the ropes, the Corsair would've found herself flat out on her ass! Finding the ring covered in oil, Mandy angrily looked at the ref.
"HEY!! Why the hell is the ring covered in grease or sludge or whatever the fuck this is!?"
"It's oil. You're in an oil wrestling match. Did... did nobody tell you?"
"OIL!? Do I look like a bowl of salad!? I'm not staining my hair in that greasy, disgusting..."
Mandy would yell and complain at the poor ref like a true Karen gone mad instead of entering her corner of the ring. The crowd would laugh at Mandy's misfortune as they waited for the corsair's opponent to arrive...
