Out Of Gas

by LordryuTJ

Mick Foley decides to arrange a tour bus for the Raw superstars, but it goes awry pretty quickly. Inspired by Reddit's Pint-Sized Prompts (Pint-Sized Prompt #1: Get In Here! - As many characters as possible in a small space).

As soon as the bus seems to stop moving, it rings as a potential bad sign for Raw's superstars.

Even more is the downcasted look on General Manager Mick Foley's face as he addresses the roster. "So... bad news everyone... we are officially out of gas."

"Oi, I knew this was gonn' happen!" Sheamus expresses his frustration.

"See what happens when you let these stupid decisions slide, people?" Chris Jericho preaches against the idea gone wrong. "This bus is going on the list for sure..."

"You coulda' stopped it. That's yo' problem, not ours." Enzo Amore snarks from across the middle of the bus.

"You stay outta this, street rat." Kevin Owens defends Y2J, stepping against Enzo and Cass.

"You might wanna watch your mouth, champ." Seth Rollins approaches the Universal Champion. "Unless you wanna bring it right now in front of everyone else here."

"No one fights without me!" Rusev rages into view in front of Seth, standing tall next to Owens. Tensions are already high within seconds of this bus catastrophe.

However, the honking of a trombone alarms, and forces everyone's eyes to the direction of the horn's sound.

Emerging through from the back of the crowded vehicle, the positivity of the New Day shines through to the center of attention

"Eaaaasy there, everyone," Big E assures. "No one's gonna be sour tonight!"

Kofi Kingston speaks up next. "We might be stuck for now, but... come on; everyone here, all in one place... can't we just settle down and have a bit of fun once and a while?"

Xavier Woods continues for the trio, "We can just sit back, wait it out... maybe play some 2K17 while we try to figure a way out... Anything to bring the positivity back. I know I could benefit from it!"

Bayley shrugs, seeing the bright side with a slight smile. "Well, he's not wrong. It's not like someone's willing to start eating people to survive."

"About that..." Cesaro emerges from the back. "You know those guys Braun's supposed to squash next week? ...He just ate their faces."

At the front of it all, Roman Reigns approaches Foley. "So how far are we from the next gas station?"

Mick responds, "About a couple miles... why?"

With that, Reigns looks towards the rest of the roster. "Alright guys, guess we're pushin'!"