Everyone by now knows the star of the Marauder Group was the respected and most marginalized magnate in professional wrestling history, Brantley Summers. A hero to the common man and a testament to what happens when you take an altruistic approach into G-Feds. Politicked back down to the bottom of the card and held down by the top of the card and the road agents who support them. Names like Salem and Hiro had pulled strings backstage to get Summers stuck in midcard programs and ******** finishes to kill off his heat with the crowd and sour the office on him, allegedly. The greatest tag team wrestler in WWFG, nay, G-Fed history, was relegated to watching people like Nuke Fusion bring their friends in and get instant pushes. Rag sheets were saying it was coming for a while, Summers had lost his 'work rate'. Summers couldn't put on the matches they thought he could at his advanced age. Summers hasn't grown as a character. Same schtick just more Jarrett. Tired of being maligned, Summers took his ball and went home leaving a massive hole of superstar that was ready to be filled by someone. All the reputable talking heads saw the immediate impact but the mark journalists thought the ship was steady. Rumors are out about where Summers would go. Talks about WWE:E returning and fans were already fantasy booking a Summers spell in arguably his biggest success at a territory. Some thought he might be taking his talents to the fed up north with the big boys. Maybe he would accept his place and come back and settle in. Not even the most active Marauders had heard from their boss since the loss to the Savage Sons (politicked against, possibly having to do with Reich having a personal issue with The Master). There was no telling what would happen to the legendary Marauder, but this isn't a story about him. What were the more ancillary characters in the Marauder multiverse up to for the holidays? Let's find out.

Starting with the newest and possibly most promising member of the Marauders, Emile Rizzoto was spending the American holiday in Northern Quebec looking for some good ice fishing amongst his people. He'd been secretly doing some of the Body by Mbadi routines and trying some of the products. The results were showing. Summers always just told him to take tests, but the translation was rough and Rizzoto fully grasped SIZZLIN' HOT's sage wisdom but Body by Mbadi was doing wonders for the Rizzdiculous1. Rizzoto had been keeping it from the Pedialyte sponsors. A Judas in the Marauders' midst? An up and coming backstage politician? Bison did some character work and came to the top after grinding on the stick and vignettes. Reminiscent of the boss in 2012 almost. Emile was seen regaling his compatriots in the great white north of his tales on the road with the Marauders.

[rizz]"Hon hon.. My amigos, we traveled across the world. Ze food, ze money, ze RATS. It was the greatest time of my life. But the landscape changed compadres. You zee, innuh dis businezz, the powers that be will hold you back."[/rizz]

Emile shook his head and stared down the hole in the ice, almost symbolic of the state of the Marauders. Rizzoto's hermanos patted his back, not sure if his spirit was broken. Emile had been trying to break in to the business for a while, but he feared that the Marauder 'stink' would stick to him and hold him back. Rizzoto loved the Marauders, he felt like this was a group that wanted to bring wrestling back to the glory days. Bring G-Fed back to its REAL roots. Something the Hiros and Salems tried to stamp out. Now everyone wants choreographed matches and spotfests. No respect for transition holds and calling it in the ring. These are the principles Rizzoto stood for in the wrestling business, but it was clear that G-Feds were ran by dirt sheet merchants.

[rizz]"Hombres, be aware. The Midnight Marauders will be ready to make a comeback. Hon hon.. When Patron Summers comes back, there will be a surge in business again! Truss me! Believe in great wrestling. True wrestling!"[/rizz]

Emile swung his fist like a Tiger Woods uppercut towards the air to show his belief in the cause. Rizzoto's compañeros were all raising torches around him to continue lighting the fire in Emile's soul. The group would yell out classic French-Canadian chants like Viva la Quebec.

Moving on, we catch up with Jack James and Paul Summers watching the game on a couch in the Summers family home outside of Boulder, Colorado. The dangerous coaching duo were wondering if their fearless leader would make an appearance at the estate that wrestling bought the Summers family generations ago. The Lions and Packers were going to have a beautiful game lead by LA's finest Jared Goff and the brilliance of Romeo Doubs. James was bemoaning to Paul about how hard it was to come up with a game plan without any direction. Paul would grumble and get up towards the food that just finished. Grabbing some of them peas, he's had them before, Paul would load his plate up with mac n' cheese and mashed potatoes. 'The Hollywood Hitter' would follow suit and grabbed a second plate full of turkey and dressing for both himself and Paul. True alpha mentality from the coaching staff as the dissected the game and ate in front of the tv, completely ignoring the rest of the family. Memaw Summers was complaining about the lack of Gunsmoke on the tv and Paul told his mom to pipe down. Jack was clearly worried about his future with WWFG if the Marauder boss didn't return but Paul knew he had his back up job as a towel boy for various NBA teams and arenas. There wasn't as much going on at the Casamigos de Summers other than planning their next FIRST CLASS flight, so let's head to the last Marauder we'll be visiting for Thanksgiving.

The camera follows the caped crusader and vigilante of the Marauders. His utility belt was freshly greased and glaring into the camera as the hero walks into a cemetery in Allentown, Pennsylvania. Vaseline Man stood in front of the gravestone of his fallen friend who was lost in this very town at the hands of his former sidekick, Con Dom, Boy Wonder. Placing a bouquet of daisies, roses, and corn. Chief Jay Blue Lightening and The Bison were seen walking into the cemetery behind Vaseline Man. Chief Jay Blue Lightening would place his hand on the slippery superhero's shoulder and turned back towards the camera that was filming from behind the gravestone while a single tear rolled down his face. The Bison, some might argue was a real because it was in actuality a real bison, had a phone out and began hopping onto group servers to put himself over and bury both Chief and Vaseline Man over paying respects to a fallen, marginalized, and excommunicated for main event player. The Bison was using back channels to acquire a main event push after politicking the real competition out of the way. Vaseline Man was going throughout a lot of turmoil in the media due to the events that took place over the past year. The lubricated legend was at the center of a massive geopolitical politicking campaign due to his status as the most popular wrestler in Israel. Some say (the) Bison was cooperating with Drako Damone to feed into the hate by plugging in fake stories to outlets. Of course Drako had his own reasons for that, given that Vaseline Man took over the Damone's spot as most over wrestler/wrestling family in the tumultuous region. Vaseline Man finally and truly felt the maligning that his boss went through. Having his friend killed off and his push turn into a pull, Vaseline Man knew he had to step up to save Marauder face. The viscous vigilante needed to hold the fort down until the boss came back and that would require courage. Vaseline Man grabbed a can of cranberry sauce from his utility belt and smashed it over the head of Chief Jay Blue Lightening making it look like a murder scene as the cranberry sauce splashed out around the stereotype greaser Native American wrestler's face. Quickly turning his direction to (the) Bison, Vaseline Man would throw a can of green beans at (the) Bison's head to distract the beast before landing an F5 onto the gravestone of his fallen partner. The slab of concrete shatters and the letters 'M', 'R', and 'X' are seen next to each other on the ground. Perhaps it was an omen for the future. Regardless, Vaseline Man would walk back out of the cemetery, ready to find his boss and get the Marauders back on top.

And so ends our journey through the various Marauder Thanksgiving days.