If you looked at Christina Von Eerie and said, “That gal belongs in a mosh pit, not a locker room,” well, you’re halfway right—and completely missing the point. She didn’t just crash into wrestling like a punk rock grenade; she made it her stage. Mohawked, tattooed, and wild-eyed like the lead singer of a band you don’t want your daughter following on tour, Von Eerie’s career has been a beautiful car wreck of chaos, eyeliner, and legitimacy.
Born Christina Maria Kardooni in Sacramento, California—the land of heat, hardwood, and hard knocks—Von Eerie walked into wrestling in 2006 after grinding her way through the Supreme Pro Wrestling Training Academy. And if that name sounds like a wrestling school run out of a Jiffy Lube, that’s because it probably was. But it didn’t matter. She wasn’t aiming for glamour; she was hunting for blood under the fingernails and bruises that mattered.
By 2009, she was already collecting belts and broken bones across the West Coast in indies like AWS, IWL, and PWR. Not bad for a woman who looked like she got kicked out of a tattoo parlor for being too aggressive. She was already proving that the future of women’s wrestling wouldn’t just belong to beauty queens and diva dolls. It had room for a punk with combat boots and a flying elbow that felt like a shotgun blast.
And then came Pro Wrestling Guerrilla. PWG—where the boys play hard, and the girls play harder. Von Eerie battled Candice LeRae and Joey Ryan, and did it with a snarl, turning heel to face and back again like a wrestling version of Sid Vicious with a better workrate. Her matches were fast, messy, loud—kind of like her bands, but with fewer empty beer cans.
But if the U.S. was her pit stop, Mexico was her mosh pit. In 2010, Von Eerie crashed into AAA, joining La Legión Extranjera, the foreign heel stable that made you feel like a villain just for speaking English. She paired with Sexy Star, Rain, and eventually Alex Koslov, whom she partnered with to win the AAA World Mixed Tag Team Championship.
Let me say that again for the cheap seats: Christina Von Eerie was a champion in Mexico—where they still believe in blood, honor, and turning your mask into a weapon. She didn’t just survive there; she thrived. That’s like learning to surf in a tsunami.
Koslov had the kind of cartoon puppy love for her you normally see in teen rom-coms, but Von Eerie played it cold. She was there for the gold, not the guy. Eventually, they dropped the titles to Faby Apache and Pimpinela Escarlata, which, in wrestling terms, is like losing to your ex-girlfriend and your wild uncle in drag.
Stateside, she kept hustling. One day she’s getting piledriven by Tommy Dreamer in Dragon Gate USA, the next she’s outwrestling Sara Del Rey in Shimmer via count-out. That’s like beating Gordon Ramsay in a cook-off because he accidentally stepped out of the kitchen—still counts, baby. She’d wrestle in Stardom in Japan, manage Joe Gacy in CZW, and beat Cherry Bomb in Shine. All the while, she never looked like she belonged anywhere except on top of a speaker, shouting into a mic or stomping someone’s throat.
TNA brought her in next, because of course they did. The only company in the world where you could be given a new ring name, lose on TV, and still come out looking like a million bucks covered in cigarette burns. She showed up as Toxxin, aligning with Shannon Moore and Jesse Neal—Ink Inc., a tag team that looked like a Hot Topic exploded. She took a title belt to the face at Turning Point 2011 and was gone shortly after. She wasn’t fired—TNA just kind of forgot she existed. Classic.
But it didn’t stop her. Christina Von Eerie is like mold in a punk club bathroom—resilient, unpredictable, and part of the charm. She kept grinding through the indies, bouncing between CZW, Shimmer, Stardom, and Shine. Hell, she even stopped by Evolve and dropped Marti Belle like yesterday’s news.
And then came Global Force Wrestling, Jeff Jarrett’s bold, blurry-eyed experiment that tried to merge old-school territory grit with new-age streaming confusion. Christina entered a tournament, beat Lei’D Tapa and Mickie James, and became the inaugural GFW Women’s Champion. Let’s pause and reflect on that: Christina Von Eerie beat Mickie freakin’ James. That’s not small potatoes. That’s mashed, buttered, and served at WrestleMania-level relevance.
Her reign saw successful defenses against Kimber Lee, Amanda Rodriguez, and Melanie Cruise. But of course, GFW did what GFW always does—merged with Impact and promptly lost all continuity and sense of direction. She dropped the title to Sienna in 2017 and that was that. No farewell, no swan song, just a whimper and a receipt.
And while most wrestlers these days trade wristlocks for podcasts, Von Eerie already did all that and played in two punk bands—Puke and Spit (because of course) and The Lurking Terror. She played bass, guitar, probably threw beer bottles at hecklers, and left both bands in 2010 to focus full-time on wrestling. She committed. That’s more than we can say about most indie darlings with a Twitch stream and an OnlyFans.
She married fellow wrestler Scotty Mac in 2017. And if you’ve seen either of them, you know that wedding probably had spiked jackets instead of boutonnieres and circle pits instead of a conga line.
Christina Von Eerie is not a household name. She’s not WWE-polished or corporate-approved. She doesn’t cut promos like she’s selling a shampoo commercial, and she sure as hell doesn’t fit the Barbie mold. But she’s a survivor. A fighter. A nomad with a championship belt in one hand and a middle finger in the other.
If wrestling is a circus—and let’s face it, it is—then Von Eerie is the tattooed fire-breather who doesn’t wait for applause. She just wants to know if you’ve got the guts to get close.
She didn’t need a revolution. She was the revolution. And by the time the rest of the world caught on, she was already halfway out the back door, laughing, scarred, and still looking for her next fight.