MayBelle Tendersweet - Miss Carrot Cakes
Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2025 3:25 pm
Name: Maybelle Tendersweet
Nickname: Carrot Cakes
Age: 25
Eyes: Orange
Hair: Carrot colour
Height: 6'0" (155 cm)
Weight: 220 lbs (49 kg)
Nationality: COUNTRY GIRL YEEHAW
Hails From: Oklahoma
Alignment: Babyface
Apperance
Past:
Maybelle had always idolized her father—a former successful wrestler in his own right, he had earned his family’s farm through years of sweat, grit, and backbreaking matches. From the time she was old enough to understand what wrestling was, Maybelle always aspired to be just like her father, wanting nothing more than to continue her family’s legacy by becoming a wrestler herself. But no matter how much she begged, her father refused to train her.
At first, his excuses seemed reasonable. "Wait until you're older," then it was, "You’re not big enough yet." Determined, she spent months lifting hay bales, running drills, and bulking up until her muscles ached. Yet when she stood before him again, proud of her progress, he still refused. The rejection stung. Doubt crept in. Did he not believe in her? Did he think she wasn’t good enough? The more he pushed her away, the more her spirit dimmed, and as much as he kept pushing away, he noticed how his darling baby girl’s change in attitude, as this girl who once bounced around her farm with boundless energy and enthusiasm now just moved through her chores in silence. It didn’t take long for her parents to notice the jovial girl's sudden loss of happiness— and her mother, never one to mince words, finally intervened. One evening, after Maybelle had retreated to her room without a word, her mother cornered her father in the kitchen. "You’re going to break that girl’s heart if you don’t start being honest with her." she warned, arms crossed. Her father, a man who had faced down opponents twice his size, bled buckets in the ring, and had faced some of the most violent fights without flinching, now faced the one thing he feared: his wife being VERY VERY angry with him. Defeated, he sighed. That night, he sat Maybelle down and told her the truth.
"It was never ‘bout you not bein' ready," he admitted, his voice rough with regret. "I wuz scared. Wrestling… it’s a hard life. The injuries, the travel, the toll it takes on yer body—I didn’t want that for you. I thought if I kept sayin' no, you’d move on to something less cumbersome on your body, but I see how I’ve upset ya, and I shoulda known that forcing you away from yer dream, well that ain't fair." He looked her in the eyes, his own glistening. "You’ve got the heart of a fighter, Maybelle. And if this is what you want, then I’ll train you... 'cause you’ve more then earned it."
Maybelle didn’t hesitate—she threw her arms around him, squeezing tight, her smile coming back twice as large. "I forgive you, pops," she whispered. Then, pulling back with a grin, she added, "Sooooo we start training tomorrow?" Her father chuckled. "Friday," he bargained. "I need time to dust off the old gear and mats.”
Maybelle trained relentlessly, drilling takedowns, practicing promos in the bathrooms, and learning the psychology of the ring, which admittedly her father needed to bring in some of his more technical friends as his ideas was “Hittem hard in the head” for most of his advice. When she finally debuted, the crowd took to her immediately—her natural charisma and raw talent made her stand out. For a while, her father even returned to the ring as her partner, guiding her through the early challenges of the business in a rather somewhat overbearing way. But after a year, he stepped back. Not wanting to overshadow her forever, he'd let her fly on your own. And Maybelle now looks to not only be a great second generation wrestler, but also a champion!
Personality: Maybelle is a bubbly, kind-hearted farm girl who is an utterly unstoppable force when the bell rings. Outside the ring, she's all wide grins, folksy charm, boogies and headlocks noogies, her infectious energy always lightening the mood. But once she steps between those ropes, that sweet demeanour is only supplementary to raw, country-bred power. She wrestles like she works the fields—with every ounce of strength she’s got. Whether it’s a brutal bull rope match or a last-woman standing match, she meets every obstacle head-on. She’s got a competitive streak as wide as the countryside. Of her farm, and the tougher the fight, the brighter her eyes shine.
Her pride in her roots runs deep. She’ll gladly tell you about her family’s farm, her wrestling lineage, or why nothing beats homemade apple pie and carrot cake after a hard-fought match. She’s unapologetically country—from her work boots to her twangy promos—and she wouldn’t have it any other way. But above all, Maybelle is fiercely loyal. Her family, her friends, and her fans are her world. Cross someone she loves, and any kinda sunny disposition vanishes—replaced by a very angry carrot cake! This had led to her being betrayed due to her so called friends lacking that loyalty, but despite having an unlucky streak of wake friends, Maybelle is never one to stay down long. Those who decide to betray her better hope that it was worth it because they’ll be getting quite a servant of Humble Pie, with a opening dish of a 10 inch long beef steak she calls her lariat!
WRESTLING INFO
WRESTLING INFO
Strategy: "Overwhelm ‘em with power, then wear ‘em down with submissions!"
Preferred Attacks: Tackles, suplexes, crushing slams, and anything that lets her throw her weight around.
Preferred Matches: Standard, submission, mud wrestling, bull rope matches.
Attitude Towards Hentai: "Now, why would y’all be tying up chickens? Ain’t no reason trying to keep’ ’em contained. That’s a waste’s rope."
General Stats
- Endurance: 4/5 –
- Strength: 5/5 –
- Speed: 3/5 –
- Defense: 3/5 –
- Technique: 3/5 –
Wrestling Stats
- Strikes: 3/5 –
- Submissions: 3/5 –
- Power Moves: 5/5 –
- Aerial Moves: 1/5 –
- Counters: 3/5 –
MOVES
Waist-lock takedown, scoop slam, jumping forearm smash, fireman carry takedown, arm drag, Gutwrench Suplex, Electric chair drop, German Suplex, Capture Suplex, chancery suplex, pop-up slam, running shoulder block, superplex, diving splash, pumphandle powerslam, spinebuster, Stinkface, face sits, Wedgie
Signature Moves
Carrot Top Crunch (RUNNING BIONIC ELBOW)
Carrot Top Rush (Rapid-fire Bionic Elbow)
Boot Scootin' Boogie (UPSIDE DOWN FROWN / SMOOTH SAILING SCOOP SLAM)
Mud Splat (Gorilla press sit-out facebuster)
Carrot Cake Buster (Banzai Drop Variations)
Plowin’ Through Ya (Running crossbody Variations)
multiple waist lift slams
COME HERE SUGAH (Bearhug)
CAPTURE SUPLEX SLAM
SUPLEX SLAM
POWERSLAM
Finisher Moves
Big‘Ol Buttercream Bomb (Dangerous BABE WITH THE BOMB / GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB)
Buckin’ Bombshell (Running belly to belly slam)
Sweet Tea Scissor (Headscissor smothering, sometimes with Headscissor slamming)
Nickname: Carrot Cakes
Age: 25
Eyes: Orange
Hair: Carrot colour
Height: 6'0" (155 cm)
Weight: 220 lbs (49 kg)
Nationality: COUNTRY GIRL YEEHAW
Hails From: Oklahoma
Alignment: Babyface
Apperance
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Maybelle had always idolized her father—a former successful wrestler in his own right, he had earned his family’s farm through years of sweat, grit, and backbreaking matches. From the time she was old enough to understand what wrestling was, Maybelle always aspired to be just like her father, wanting nothing more than to continue her family’s legacy by becoming a wrestler herself. But no matter how much she begged, her father refused to train her.
At first, his excuses seemed reasonable. "Wait until you're older," then it was, "You’re not big enough yet." Determined, she spent months lifting hay bales, running drills, and bulking up until her muscles ached. Yet when she stood before him again, proud of her progress, he still refused. The rejection stung. Doubt crept in. Did he not believe in her? Did he think she wasn’t good enough? The more he pushed her away, the more her spirit dimmed, and as much as he kept pushing away, he noticed how his darling baby girl’s change in attitude, as this girl who once bounced around her farm with boundless energy and enthusiasm now just moved through her chores in silence. It didn’t take long for her parents to notice the jovial girl's sudden loss of happiness— and her mother, never one to mince words, finally intervened. One evening, after Maybelle had retreated to her room without a word, her mother cornered her father in the kitchen. "You’re going to break that girl’s heart if you don’t start being honest with her." she warned, arms crossed. Her father, a man who had faced down opponents twice his size, bled buckets in the ring, and had faced some of the most violent fights without flinching, now faced the one thing he feared: his wife being VERY VERY angry with him. Defeated, he sighed. That night, he sat Maybelle down and told her the truth.
"It was never ‘bout you not bein' ready," he admitted, his voice rough with regret. "I wuz scared. Wrestling… it’s a hard life. The injuries, the travel, the toll it takes on yer body—I didn’t want that for you. I thought if I kept sayin' no, you’d move on to something less cumbersome on your body, but I see how I’ve upset ya, and I shoulda known that forcing you away from yer dream, well that ain't fair." He looked her in the eyes, his own glistening. "You’ve got the heart of a fighter, Maybelle. And if this is what you want, then I’ll train you... 'cause you’ve more then earned it."
Maybelle didn’t hesitate—she threw her arms around him, squeezing tight, her smile coming back twice as large. "I forgive you, pops," she whispered. Then, pulling back with a grin, she added, "Sooooo we start training tomorrow?" Her father chuckled. "Friday," he bargained. "I need time to dust off the old gear and mats.”
Maybelle trained relentlessly, drilling takedowns, practicing promos in the bathrooms, and learning the psychology of the ring, which admittedly her father needed to bring in some of his more technical friends as his ideas was “Hittem hard in the head” for most of his advice. When she finally debuted, the crowd took to her immediately—her natural charisma and raw talent made her stand out. For a while, her father even returned to the ring as her partner, guiding her through the early challenges of the business in a rather somewhat overbearing way. But after a year, he stepped back. Not wanting to overshadow her forever, he'd let her fly on your own. And Maybelle now looks to not only be a great second generation wrestler, but also a champion!
Personality: Maybelle is a bubbly, kind-hearted farm girl who is an utterly unstoppable force when the bell rings. Outside the ring, she's all wide grins, folksy charm, boogies and headlocks noogies, her infectious energy always lightening the mood. But once she steps between those ropes, that sweet demeanour is only supplementary to raw, country-bred power. She wrestles like she works the fields—with every ounce of strength she’s got. Whether it’s a brutal bull rope match or a last-woman standing match, she meets every obstacle head-on. She’s got a competitive streak as wide as the countryside. Of her farm, and the tougher the fight, the brighter her eyes shine.
Her pride in her roots runs deep. She’ll gladly tell you about her family’s farm, her wrestling lineage, or why nothing beats homemade apple pie and carrot cake after a hard-fought match. She’s unapologetically country—from her work boots to her twangy promos—and she wouldn’t have it any other way. But above all, Maybelle is fiercely loyal. Her family, her friends, and her fans are her world. Cross someone she loves, and any kinda sunny disposition vanishes—replaced by a very angry carrot cake! This had led to her being betrayed due to her so called friends lacking that loyalty, but despite having an unlucky streak of wake friends, Maybelle is never one to stay down long. Those who decide to betray her better hope that it was worth it because they’ll be getting quite a servant of Humble Pie, with a opening dish of a 10 inch long beef steak she calls her lariat!
WRESTLING INFO
WRESTLING INFO
Strategy: "Overwhelm ‘em with power, then wear ‘em down with submissions!"
Preferred Attacks: Tackles, suplexes, crushing slams, and anything that lets her throw her weight around.
Preferred Matches: Standard, submission, mud wrestling, bull rope matches.
Attitude Towards Hentai: "Now, why would y’all be tying up chickens? Ain’t no reason trying to keep’ ’em contained. That’s a waste’s rope."
General Stats
- Endurance: 4/5 –
- Strength: 5/5 –
- Speed: 3/5 –
- Defense: 3/5 –
- Technique: 3/5 –
Wrestling Stats
- Strikes: 3/5 –
- Submissions: 3/5 –
- Power Moves: 5/5 –
- Aerial Moves: 1/5 –
- Counters: 3/5 –
MOVES
Waist-lock takedown, scoop slam, jumping forearm smash, fireman carry takedown, arm drag, Gutwrench Suplex, Electric chair drop, German Suplex, Capture Suplex, chancery suplex, pop-up slam, running shoulder block, superplex, diving splash, pumphandle powerslam, spinebuster, Stinkface, face sits, Wedgie
Signature Moves
Carrot Top Crunch (RUNNING BIONIC ELBOW)
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Banzai drop
Rapid fire banzai drop
Corner assisted Banzai drop
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Running crossbody
Seated running crossbody
running crossbody into steps
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Big‘Ol Buttercream Bomb (Dangerous BABE WITH THE BOMB / GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB)
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