▐Ms. Mayhem▌
Carmen Cross
Stage Name: Ms. Mayhem, formerly, DemolitaCarmen Cross
Real Name: Carmen Cross
Age: 27
Birthday: October 29th
Hair Color: Pale Blue
Eye Color: Red
Height: 188 cm/6'2"
Weight: 95kg/210 lbs
Alignment: Tweener
Nationality: American
Fighting Style: Monster Power Moves/Brute Submissions
▐Appearance▌
Wrestling Gear
Wrestling Gear 2
Wrestling Gear 3
Rear View
Casual
Swimsuit
A Quiet Moment
Rip & Tear - Mick Gordon
Break Check - Big shoulder tackle to intercept an opponent's attempt at gaining momentum.
Break Check
Twisted Steel
Torque Wrench
Dead End
Total Collapse
Claim to Ruin - Lifts and opponent up into a gorilla press and after presenting them to the crowd, drops them down onto her shoulders for a massive slam.
Claim to Ruin
Pileup
▐Likes▌
•Cooking: Cramen is a big girl with a big apitite. She learned early on to keep her physique, she needed to manage her diet, so she turned the necessity of meal prep into a full-blown love of cooking.
•DIY Projects: If she can attempt to do something herself, she will. A decent jack of all trades handiwoman who knows her way around carpentry, metal work, modern blacksmithing, and some electric wiring. If she has time, she doesn't mind helping out friends with setting things up.
•Thunderstorms: Heavy rain, a cool wind, and the sound of rolling thunder are her preferred ambience.
▐Dislikes▌
•Small Portions: Is this a sample? It's not an entree, for that price? Where is the rest of it?
•Clothes Shoppings: Its hard finding clothes in her size.
•Weak Coffee: She likes it strong, black, and bitter. It's a jump start, not candy.
•High Heels: Stilleto heels weren't made for people her size.
▐Personality▌
In the ring, Ms. Mayhem is the definition of domineering. She carries herself like the inevitable conclusion to every match — a towering force who never needs to rush because she knows she can grind her opponent down piece by piece. Relentless in her approach, she thrives on wearing people out, throwing them across the canvas, and savoring the moments when her opponent realizes resistance is useless. She loves the spectacle of domination: looming over her foe, planting a boot on their chest, pinning them firmly to the mat or folding them up into a helpless pretzel, grinning down as the referee’s hand counts the fall.
There’s a thrill for her in being on top, in literally pressing her strength onto someone smaller and watching their fight drain away. It isn’t cruelty; the violence of it isn’t her goal. It’s the control, it’s enjoyment, a performance of power. She has the appetite of a heavyweight who knows exactly how to use her mass, tossing people around the ring as if to claim them, showing the crowd she can make anyone “hers” once she gets her hands on them. To her, the ring is less a contest and more a stage for controlled demolition, with her as both the wrecking ball and the architect of destruction.
Outside the ropes, though, Carmen Cross is almost a different person. Away from the bright lights, she’s far more laid-back and surprisingly girlish, enjoying a chance to let her guard down. Her confidence remains, but it’s softened by a casual charm that makes her approachable and even playful. She’s got a love for anything where she can break a sweat and put her strength to use, whether it’s her hobby of blacksmithing, heavy yard work, or participating in strongwoman competitions.
Her hobbies reflect her fascination with controlled chaos: since coming to Japan, she’s become an avid fan of robot battles, backyard engineering competitions, and anything that pits raw force against clever design. She has a weakness for garage projects too. Tinkering with car parts, stripping engines, or smashing scrap just to rebuild it into something new. Around friends, she laughs easily, indulges in good food, and even fusses over her hair and nails in ways that would surprise anyone who only knew her as Ms. Mayhem.
Beneath all that, Carmen has a motherly, big sister streak that often catches people off guard. Especially around younger or smaller girls she’s befriended in the business, she’s quick to slip into the role of protector and confidante. She’ll throw her weight around on their behalf without hesitation, but she’s just as ready to lend an ear, give advice, or simply listen to their troubles. To those girls, she isn’t the wrecking ball of LAW but a reliable shoulder to lean on — the big sister who’ll stand in their corner inside the ring and out of it.
That contrast, ruthless destroyer in the ring, relaxed powerhouse with a nurturing streak outside of it, is part of what makes her so magnetic. Fans see the monster on TV, but those close to her know Carmen as someone who can crush an opponent one night and then gush over new cooking recipes, robot fights, or the wellbeing of her friends the next.
▐History▌
Carmen Cross was born and raised in Dayton, Ohio, a city where the rumble of engines and smell of exhaust clung to every fairground and speedway. From childhood, she was enamored with the chaos of the track, late-night races, monster truck rallies, and demolition derbies. While others in her neighborhood spent weekends at the mall, Carmen lived for the roar of engines, the spectacle of metal grinding against metal, and the thunder of crowds chanting for destruction. Cars weren’t just a pastime to her; they were a way of life.
By her late teens, Carmen’s imposing frame and striking look drew the attention of promoters who wanted more than just mechanics and drivers to hype the show. She became a showgirl and brand ambassador for a set of monster trucks, her image plastered on event posters, promotional flyers, and even painted across steel hoods. Under the name “Demolita,” she embodied the spirit of destruction, strutting across arenas in hazard-striped outfits, whipping crowds into a frenzy before the trucks ever touched the dirt. Fans remembered her as much as the machines she promoted.
That charisma carried her into the world of professional wrestling. At first, Carmen was brought in as set dressing, an enforcer-like figure who stood at ringside, glaring down opponents and making her presence felt without throwing a punch. But the audience wasn’t fooled. They saw her potential. Every time she shoved a wrestler aside or stared someone down, the reaction was electric. It became clear she wasn’t meant to linger in the background.
Recognizing her draw, promoters sent Carmen into full-time training. She took to it quickly, not with finesse, but with brute force and raw athleticism. Her body was built for power: thick legs that could drive through opponents, a broad chest and shoulders that could absorb punishment, and arms that could lift nearly anyone on the roster. When she debuted in the ring, the effect was immediate. She was a wrecking machine, dismantling even the largest opponents with gorilla presses, crushing avalanches, and thunderous powerbombs.
Carmen built her name as a one-woman wrecking crew, someone who could humble even the biggest men on the roster while taunting them with a predator’s grin. She didn’t need to be cruel; she played with her opponents like a cat toying with a mouse, stretching out the spectacle before finishing them off. Audiences began to see her not as someone else's manager but as a genuine star in her own right. Online, they cheekily dubbed her Ms. Mayhem for the uproar she caused, positively among fans and negatively among her detractors.
Her rise caught international attention. LAW reached out with an offer to sign her, not only as a singles powerhouse, but as part of a tag team, pairing her with one of their newest rookies. The idea of being both a partner and a mentor appealed to Carmen, the money was right, the roster promised fresh challenges, and Japan offered her a whole new stage. She had one more reason to sign too: she’d always loved sushi, and the thought of indulging after matches sealed the deal.
In LAW, Carmen embraced her fan-given nickname fully. She became Ms. Mayhem, a name that echoed through arenas as a warning. No longer a background figure, no longer just the face of destruction. She had become destruction itself, larger-than-life, unstoppable, and unapologetically dominant.
