#rumble road

[i-am-corbin-dallas]

"He goes from being a full person with hopes and dreams to being an element of the road in a fraction of a second"

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Rumble Road

Smash or Pass?

Smash

Pass

Voting ended onFeb 16, 2025

[fobwashed]

Hey friends! I’m totally running a Kickstarter for Rumble Road and would be super happy if you’d take a peek and see if it’s something you’d be interested in backing! Thanks!

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/786913420/rumble-road

[canadianxkillswitch]

Permanent Ink

Don’t ever fall asleep first. If I had one piece of advice for future wrestler traveling in groups, that would be it. The reason? I was on an airplane with the Hardys and Edge. We were all on a red-eye flight from Las Vegas to Chicago, and we might have all had a little too much to drink as they say, and the flight was pretty much empty so we were all just hanging out in the back of the plane and having some laughs. Not anything crazy, but we were just all joking around and talking. I then made the mistake of thinking I was going to sit back and relax for a couple of seconds, but instead I ended up falling asleep. I woke up when we landed, and as I stood up, I started to notice people were staring at me. I was like, “Hold on here a second, something is just not right.” Then I looked over at Matt and he had fallen asleep right after me, and I saw that they had taken a Sharpie and written all over his face with black ink. So I didn’t say anything to Matt, I just went into the bathroom, and of course, they had written all over my face with the same Sharpie. They had drawn the people’s eyebrow on me. They wrote “Dickface” across my forehead. So I go to the bathroom of the airplane and I’m trying to scrub as hard as I could to get all this off my face. Of course, you just can’t do that great a job scrubbing the people’s eyebrow off your mug in an airplane bathroom, so when I come out, now I have marker smudged all over my face. I had to walk through the airport with Sharpie smeared everywhere, and I’m sure I didn’t look too great. But I did look better than Matt. Matt had no idea they had written on his face too. Not until he walked out into the airport and he realized everyone was staring at him. He finally put two and two together, that he fell asleep right after I did on the plane, and when he ran to the bathroom he found all the Sharpie drawings across his forehead too. And actually, remembering this story reminds me of something... I never got Edge back.

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Can You Hear Me Now?

Back when I was in the Independents, I had this manager in Detroit who was deaf. And basically, if someone was is deaf wants to call you on the phone, they call this other person first and they type in what they want to say. This other person then reads what is typed word for word almost like a translator. They have to say the words exactly like it is written to them, no matter what it says. So back in the day, the manager used to rib me all the time and he’d call me throughout the week with his deal telephone interpreter and he would say these really rude things. He’d use language not befitting a woman, and this poor woman operator would have to say it to me word for word. I’d have to respond, and I would be so embarrassed listening to this woman that I’d just give one-word answers. Yes. No. Maybe. That’s all I’d ever say because all I wanted to do is get off the phone as soon as possible. It was so embarrassing, and this manager just got a big kick out of it because he knew how uncomfortable it made me.

Anyway, out of the blue years later, I get a call and it’s the same sort of thing happening. I figured out right away that someone was trying to pull a rib on me, so I hung up and I immediately looked up the area code where this number came from. The number was a Minnesota area code, so I scrolled through my phone and looked to see who I knew from Minnesota. There was only one wrestler... Daivari. So I called him up and said, “Why are you trying to rib me, kid? You’re just a rookie here.” All of a sudden he got  so quiet, so I told him, “Hey, you didn’t answer my question.” 

He started apologizing, but I told him it was all right. All I wanted to know is if he told anyone what he was up to. When he told me no, I asked him to help me rib Chris Jericho. 

So for months and months and months, Chris was with his group Fozzy, and we pretended we were a deaf fan of him and his music from England named Gertrude and we’d contact him using the same deaf translating service. We said that we got his number, and even though we attended all his concerts and we couldn’t hear him actually sing, we just knew he had a beautiful voice and we could tell that he was singing to me. We even went so far as to have Gertrude say that she told her mom about him and her mom told her it might be a long shot, but that she should go after him and try to make the relationship work. What’s funny is, Chris would come up to me and tell me what she said during the call and he’d ask me if I knew anything about this. He’d tell me how he has this crazy fan who loves his music and loves his words but she’s deaf. He was really starting to get freaked out. And then any time we’d head to England, we’dd really crank up the calls. We’d hide around the corner and watch him answer his phone. He’d talk for a second, hang up his phone, and then we’d see him sitting there just shaking his head. So we’d call back and we’d see him look at the caller ID and he wouldn’t want to answer it, he’d just put his phone away and pretend it wasn’t ringing. 

We actually had this going on for months until we finally let the cat out of the bag and told him it was us. He got a pretty good laugh out of it. The funniest moment was probably when we called and told him that Gertrude was going to his concert and that after the show she was going to head to the hotel so they could finally meet and talk about things, talk about their future together. You’d see him walking through the lobby of our hotel and he’d be looking side to side as he hurried to the elevator. The look on his face was too funny. I think he was really scared this deaf stalker was going to jump out at him from the elevator or something. 

[canadianxkillswitch]

People think it's all glitz and glamour, that we're jet-setting around the world, but the reality is, we fly into a city, rent a car, find a restaurant, find a gym, go to the hotel, find the arena, perform at the show, find somewhere to eat after the show, and either drive on to the next town or spend the night in that hotel and drive off to the airport the next morning. Rinse and repeat. It's the same thing over and over. Sometimes we get lucky when we're overseas and we might get to spend and extra day in one place and go sightseeing, but for the most part, we're in and we're out. It's all about getting to the next arena and entertaining. That's what we live for. That's what  we do. Everything else in between is just a means to an end of getting to that arena in order to perform for our fans.

Christian 

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Brood Awakening

-Tommy Dreamer 

Whenever I traveled with Edge and we only have a few hours of sleep until we need to catch our early-morning flight, we’ll end up sharing a room just to save money. I will always want to go to bed, but a lot of the times Edge will be so amped up, he’ll want to go out and stay up all night before our flight. The, of course, he’ll call in his partner in crime, Christian, and I’ll be dozing off and then all of a sudden someone will do a Superfly Splash off their bed onto me or someone will drop an elbow on me while I’m sleeping, then we basically have some sort of a semifight because they’re both pulling covers off of me or wrapping the covers around me while they double-team me just to wake me up. So what always happens is, they get me woken up, I’m all wound up and fired up, and then they wind up going to bed.

[canadianxkillswitch]

The iPhone King

In my car, it’s usually me, Edge, and Tommy Dreamer. Then when Edge got hurt, Dolph Ziggler jumped in with us, and in our car it’s nonstop talking. We talk about everything and anything from wrestling to sports to politics to finance. There are a lot of different things going on in our car, a lot of good debate. What’s great for me is the invention of the iPhone, because so many times there are disputes about who is right and who is wrong during these talk, so I just jump on my iPhone and use Google or Wikipedia to figure out 99.9 percent of the time that I’m right. We always seem to argue over which actor appeared in a movie or which band played a certain song. The iPhone makes it so easy to end an argument.