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The Home of the Carnage Wrestling LegacyCindy Chavez is a mexican-born journalist for 410wrestling.com, a website dedicated to bringing the latest news and updates from all around the professional wrestling world. She writes articles, attends various shows, and on occasion, hosts a live-streaming podcast on YouTube. Cindy sits near the closing section of one of these podcasts, a question and answer session where fans can call in and discuss any wrestling-related…
“Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance.” Heavy footsteps could be heard walking to the forefront out of the distance. It wasn’t the one everyone thought it would be. Instead it was the voice of the old man who graced Carnage Wrestling on the last episode of Chaos that needed the world to join “them”. As the sound of his breathing crescendoed he began to speak more….
The last time I saw Cherie Von Allen, I was walking out of the Capital One Arena in DC with her in tow. I was angry. Can’t really say that I was angry at her, but she’s the one who caught all of the venom that I had to spew. She was looking out for me, like she only ever was, and I had to…
Hi. My name is Amber Caldwell, and I work at the new Paper Street Tattoo Parlor in Inwood, New York. I started working here around the tail end of last year. Right before the big fire, anyway… the one that consumed the old shop. It was probably a good thing that I didn’t get my equipment moved in as quickly as I wanted it to…
20 Years Ago…. “I wish there were a way…” Lucy whispers, turning her head towards the window of her bedroom. I snuck in here a little while ago, much like I’ve always done once Dad retired to his bedroom for the night. At least that’s what we hope for when he eventually throws us into our bedrooms and stumbles down the hallway and slams his…
The Diary of Magdalena Lockheart Entries: #1: Never Question the Heart #2: Always Respect the Perspective #3: Focus Only on What Matters #4: I Am Relentless (For Better and For Worse) #5: Forget Everything You Thought You Knew I started this journey, this… journal… with one question in mind. Who am I? It’s a tough question to answer, and I found out quite…
I spent almost the entirety of two healing, both physically and mentally, from the scars of Chaos 77. …and I hate healing. I’m the type that likes to stay busy. I like to feel that the time I spend is being spent on a purpose. Not that healing isn’t, in itself, a purpose… I just think that it’s all the time spent thinking that bothers…
Never in my life had I felt so… … … Let me start over. I could have finished that sentence with about a half-dozen things off of the top of my head. There was a myriad of thoughts flowing through my mind, fueled by adrenaline and rage and some of that (unfortunately) poured out like blood. I was angry. I was hurt. I was embarrassed…
Date July 1st 2019 / Time 11:58PM / Status Not Recording Location Hyatt Place Hotel – Baltimore, Maryland “Ugh….” The water’s hot. The soap is… Well soapy. But that feeling of being covered in filth from whatever in the hell was in that dumpster.. Well that just won’t go the hell away – no matter how long I stand in this shower, lathering and rinsing…