Rumble Road by Jon Robinson

went right to my room. But when I open the door and look inside, I notice this foul odor. I don’t know what it is, but it’s very pungent and smells like vinegar. I can’t figure out what’s going on in this room, so I turn around and flip on the lights, and at the foot of my bed is a smashed jar of pickles. No lie. I don’t know why there are pickles in my room or how they got smashed, but that’s the situation and the awful smell I am faced with.
    But I was just so tired and it was the middle of the night, so I was just like, “Forget it.” I’m not dealing with any of these people, I’m just going to change into my pajamas and go to bed. But when I head into the bathroom, I notice that inside is all just brick walls. The bathroom wasn’t even finished being built. You could still see the mortar and everything. Then as I go to get into the bed, I flip open the comforter and there aren’t even any sheets on the bed. I was like, “Econo Motel, you are gross.” So what I did was I laid towels all over the comforters, then I slept with my jacket on and got out of there the first thing in the morning. And you know what? I can’t stand the smell of pickles to this day. Of all the bizarre things to find in your room, I can’t say that I would ever guess that one night I’d find a smashed jar of pickles. And I really don’t want to know why or how they got there.
    Disco Fever
    Ted DiBiase
    Randy Orton and I stayed at a Quality Inn near Penn State that seemed a bit sketchy. Not sketchy like we thought we were going to get robbed, but sketchy like there was a disco in the lobby with all these old people dancing at two in the morning when we checked in. Someone recognized us from the dance floor, and we both just put our heads down and ran to our rooms. It was the only hotel I’ve ever stayed at where I actually double locked the door and put the latch on. I feared for my life from these dancing old people. You see some strange things on the road, I’ll tell you that, but you have to have a good time with it. You have to entertain yourself, and it’s funny to sit back and think of things like that. I mean, what kind of hotel has a disco for old people in the lobby in the middle of the night?
    Escape from L.A.
    Mickie James
    I use Hotwire a lot, but when I first started using it, I didn’t understand how it worked. I was just looking for the best deal. So this one time, I was in Los Angeles and I booked a two-and-a-half-star hotel. Depending on where you are in the world, star ratings are different. So I’m thinking I’m going to get a Comfort Inn or something comparable. But I end up getting to this chain motel in L.A. that’s out by the airport, and it was the scariest place I’d ever seen. The walls of my room were made of concrete, and literally, I heard gunshots all around. I seriously thought I was going to die that night. I was up all night. I couldn’t sleep because the gunshots had me freaking out. That was the worst night I can remember.
    But before I got to WWE, I’d travel wherever I could just so I could make it to the dance. I’d sleep in my car or find some cheap hotel for twenty dollars or whatever I could afford. But then once you’re on the road full-time, you get accustomed to a certain level of comfort, or at least a soft bed. I couldn’t even sleep in that bed in L.A. It was just too freaky. The room had two double beds, and when I heard the gunshots, I actually ducked down in between the two beds for extra protection. That was one night the clock just couldn’t move fast enough for me.
    Three’s a Crowd
    Tyson Kidd
    One night we show up to this hotel in Memphis, but there’s nobody working the front desk, so this janitor or security-looking guy is the one who actually gives us our room key. But when we go up to the room, we realize that there’s only one king-size bed for the three Hart Dynasty members. We go back downstairs to try and switch rooms, but there’s nobody around.