WWF:G Thanksgiving event ((All can join))

[MidnightBlue9999]

Backstage we can see Lily peering out from a doorway.

"Lily, your mom and I could use a hand here!"

"C..Coming!!" Lily stuttered out as she snapped back to reality quickly scurrying to a makeshift kitchen where we would see Karen Attwood working on a few various dishes for some sort of a feast.

"Sorry Aunt Karen." The youngest Attwood lady would stammer out as her aunt would let out a chuckle.

"Its alright Pumpkin, least your here now."

"Right! So what do you need me to do?"

"We just need you to set the table and be close by if we need you baby girl." Said the eldest Attwood, as Bianca entered the kitchen, serving tray in hands handing it off to her daughter.

"Kay!" as Lily took the serving tray out to the dining room, Bianca would help Karen out making the various dishes when suddenly..

"Uh mom..."
"What is it honey?"
"How many people did you invite?"
"Can't really say honestly..."
"Then why'd we make so much food?"
"Don't worry about it baby girl."

"You expecting a lot of people tonight B? This is a lot of food..." Karen would ask as she began chewing on a piece of carrot. "...Specially since I thought this was potluck."

"Its called being a gracious hostess lil sis, while it would be nice, I don't want them to feel obligated."

"Fair, But would be a shame if it all this went to waste."

"We can donate it to a shelter if there's enough. Pretty sure anyone on the street won't mind leftovers. Besides its not like I actually invited anyone specific I just had notices posted in both locker rooms and talked to the staff earlier." "Anyway a lil help here sis?"

"Hold on...Karen would say making her way to help as the Attwood sisters pull a massive turkey out of the oven they slowly make their way to the buffet table eventually placing it center stage among a massive thanksgiving feast.

"Ok baby girl, its time!"
"On it mom!" And with that Lily opens up the door cupping her hands to her mouth.

"Food's on everyone, COME AND GET IT!!"  

[Miss_Undastood]

"Food's on everyone, COME AND GET IT!!"

Athena's ears perked up as she heard the cheery timbre of the youngest Attwood resonate off the concrete walls as she was hitting the doors from the parking deck to backstage, letting a clipped '********' slip past her lips as she gripped a set of handles attached to insulated casserole totes in each hand and began walking up the hall that much faster. She nearly tripped over her own feet as she rounded the corner and found herself right in the middle of a crowd, elbowing her way through until she arrived at the door in a huff. Sliding her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose until they came to rest atop her head, she cleared her throat before she spoke with a hurried gusto.

"I get it, guys. Athena's always the last to arrive to everything, let's tell her 12 o'clock instead of 2 and maybe she'll get here on time..."

Athena finally caught her breath and crossed the room to set the casseroles down with a thud.

"But I'm not perpetually behind schedule, you guys are simply too- Lily, cover your ears- goddamn early. How you guys manage to get out of the house before 1 o'clock in one piece is simply unnatural."

Athena grimaced as she flexed her free hand and rubbed the back of her hand with the other before turning to look over her shoulder, squinting as she looked between Bianca and Karen.

"Are you positive this is all you wanted me to bring? I mean, if you want me to make a store run, I can cook more. It won't take me that long to throw something together and it'll go really good with the pu-"

Athena readjusted her jacket as she straightened her back and looked from one end of the table to the other, tracking her eyes the length of the Thanksgiving spread before she furrowed her brows and her chest heaved with a sigh of exasperation. Athena pinched the bridge of her nose as she hung her head, cleared her throat, and let her voice carry across the makeshift kitchen.

"Guyyyyyys. Where's the punch?"  

[Chrono Q Clepsydra]

There was giant cooler being rolled in, as Kurone Clepsydra the current reigning defending WWFG Women's Champion looked on. 'Alright guys, just move it right over there. No not there... There' she pointed as the crewmen wheeled it into a corner.

'I went to a lot of trouble getting this here....' she shook her head, as she cut out a sample of pumpkin pie. Paying the crewmen, the Goddess of Time waved them off and went to eat her slice, nodding in approval at the cooler.

And then she saw Athena, her eyes narrowed for a second and went to her piece of pie. Not that Kurone and Athena had history with one another personally , more so with Kurone's brother, and sister in law. Another bite of the pie.
'They are here by the way...' was spoken in a low voice to Athena, as the Goddess of Time passed Athena by, making her way to Lily and the rest of the Attwoods.

The cooler however, was shaking and banging as if something was inside of it.

Yukari Clepsydra, in casual wear clothing was at the buffet table enjoying the food. 'Better than catering, usually it's crap food that's probably rotten. I guess that's what you can expect when management sucks.' giving a chuckle, the Crimson Goddess took a sip out of her drink.

'Gentlemen, Gentlemen. I assure you the deal will go down as planned but I assure you, this upcoming match will be the match of the night. Now while I can't promise any 'renewed' interest, what I can promise is that none of the Clepsydra Clan or I suspect Cartwright and his crew will be out done. Frankly I don't think the remaining talent on the roster is capable of being top talent at the elitist of levels. ' Chrono spoke to important looking businessmen, likely stock brokers and the sort.

The cooler banged once more loudly, until it burst open and someone in a Gobbely Gooker costume broke out, they were clearly tied up, as they flooped to the floor unable to get up.  

[Veldrin the Shadow]

"Guyyyyyys. Where's the punch?"

Moments after Athena Augustine-Landry, more professionally known as Phoenixfire, posed the question, an unmistakable Texan drawl had her answer. "I got it! I got it! Big ol' bowl o' punch comin' through!"

The voice belonged to none other than the head of the Sharpshooter Society, J. W. Caliber, who had been negotiating terms for a possible talent exchange with Neo-Japan Puroresu. The Dirty South Outlaw wasn't dressed in his usual wrestling attire, but rather a black western shirt, jeans and cowboy boots, along with his usual black Stetson hat. "Where d'y'all want this sucker?"

Caliber found an empty spot on the buffet table and sat down the punch bowl. As he was removing the cellophane wrap, J. W. caught sight of the Attwood clan and, considering his issues with alcohol, felt the need to reassure them, "Don't worry, it ain't spiked." before quickly adding under his breath, "...yet"  

[Miss_Undastood]

Athena could feel the gooseflesh begin to form on the back of her neck as Kurone drew near and whispered a warning only she could hear, heralding her ex-husband's arrival. She could feel her eyes roll in her skull before she shot back, "And she's not," a verbal barb aimed low enough that only the two could hear before drawing a sharp breath inward and stepping away before her emotions could get the best of her. And as if the situation could not grow worse, there Athena found herself face to face with the Texan thorn in her side, bringing the punch bowl to rest on the tabletop. She guessed she should be thankful that her son still had a pulse after all the hell he'd put himself through over the years but Athena still had a protective streak a mile wide and watching him recover then rush headlong back into competition and end up with this... second rate ranch hand with a penchant for revelry, dragged her back into a defensiveness she hadn't known for some time. Mike had begged and pleaded with her to pretend otherwise for Matthias' sake but there were some friends that Athena could just not get over her son having and this rabble was at the top of the list- especially after Bad Blood's infamous Mexico City card. Athena felt herself flinch as the cooler the Clepsydra's had rolled in burst open with a start and out rolled a bound and gagged Gobbledy Gooker, turning her head to follow the source of the commotion as it writhed and wriggled across the floor toward the kitchen and away from their captors before stretching her jaw and turning back to the Texan she'd barreled into, squinting as she let the disdain roll off her tongue and hang from her words.

"...such a pleasure to run into you again, Mr. Caliber. Happy Thanksgiving."  

[Veldrin the Shadow]

"...such a pleasure to run into you again, Mr. Caliber. Happy Thanksgiving."

"And a Happy Thanksgiving to you, too, ma'am." J. W. replied, his tone of voice clearly hinting that he wasn't entirely sure as to what he had done to deserve Athena's venomous greeting. Of course, he did have an idea or two, but he wasn't going to let on if he could help it.

It was at about this time that the giant cooler in the corner burst open, revealing a bound and gagged Gobbeldy Gooker, which drew a chuckle from the inebriated cowboy that grew into a full belly laugh as the camera followed the man in the turkey suit as he attempted to make a break for it. "Wait a minute. Isn't that..."

As coincidence would have it, one of the extras hanging out in catering was wearing a shirt with a Sharpshooter Society logo designed in the style of the familiar Jack Daniel's whiskey label on a nearly empty bottle, along with the slogan 'I'll Never Get Drunk With ol' Jay Dubya Again!' "Heh, it is! One of Matty's old shirts! I ain't seen that in a while! Dang, that brings back some memories!"  

[Miss_Undastood]

"Heh, it is! One of Matty's old shirts! I ain't seen that in a while! Dang, that brings back some memories!"

Athena shrugged off Caliber's cluelessness with a dismissive nod. She knew he knew but she'd much rather let him do the grunt work and dig his own grave. The words were on the tip of her tongue, ready to coax him into divulging his dirty deeds but their costumed compatriot provided a well-timed distraction and drew J.W.'s attention away before Athena could actually say anything.

"Isn't that what, Caliber?"

Athena raised her brow as she folded her arms across her chest, the folds of the fabric that made up her heavy coat gathering on her shoulders before smoothing themselves out when she gave up on getting an answer as his attention was drawn to the extra. She craned her neck to get a full view of the extra's shirt, her eyes scanning across the familiar Sharpshooter Society logo done up in the style of a whiskey label with the declaration scrolling across that the wearer would never drink with Caliber again. Whispering the words "what the hell" under her breath as she read the shirt a second time, a third, Athena turned her attention back to the cowboy, her brow furrowing in confusion when he said the shirts had been her son's and how they brought back memories.

"Matthias never had shirts like those. What are you talking about?"  

[Veldrin the Shadow]

"Matthias never had shirts like those. What are you talking about?"

When confronted with the knowledge that Athena Augustine-Landry had no idea that this particular piece of merchandise existed, a look crossed Caliber's face that was equal parts surprise and amusement. "Oh? You didn't know?" The Dirty South Outlaw had to summon up most of his willpower to keep himself from finishing the New Age Outlaws reference just then. "Well then, if you'll excuse me for just a moment while I grab some turkey and fixins, I'll tell ya ALLLLLLLLLLLLL about how that came to be when I get back."  

[Miss_Undastood]

"Well then, if you'll excuse me for just a moment while I grab some turkey and fixins, I'll tell ya ALLLLLLLLLLLLL about how that came to be when I get back."

In the silence that followed his offer to regale her with the story behind her son's merch, Athena found her opportunity and turned her back to Caliber as he did to her and walked further down the buffet to fetch a plate, fishing a hand into her coat and puling out a silver flask with inlaid filigree scrolling across its curves from the interior pocket then began slowly undoing the cap. If Athena had to suffer through this evening, the least she could do was make it interesting. She sniffed at the flask discreetly, concerned that she had poured the right liqour from her reserve- it's the Fireball after all; oh, thank God, she thought to herself- before tipping the container and pouring the contents in, nudging the ladle around the curve of the punch bowl with her fingers a couple times to ensure an even distribution of alcohol when the steady click-clack of cowboy boots nearly made her jump out of her skin. Athena rushed to shove the flask back in her coat before drawing the ladle and pouring a cup, taking a sip before she rushed to find a seat and hopefully avoid J.W.'s scrutiny because she had no way of knowing how much he saw.

"Yeah, let me, uh... grab my plate and I'll pull up a seat so you can tell me all about it."