Event: ReVival 7
Event Date: 05/06/2022
Is an event happening two times a tradition? If so, we cut backstage to the traditional sight of a man carrying a ton of boxes stacked upon each other, staggering back and forth as he tries to reach the folding table that has been set up in the concourse of the MGM Grand for the “Glue Factory” brand. As the boxes get placed upon the table with a mighty thud, we quickly see that the Glue Factory’s intern Gary has once again been put to work on ReVival night. He starts his dutiful process of unloading “Civil Dusk” and “Tactless” bottles onto the table, this time with a larger crowd gathered around the table than the last show.
Slowly, The Humble Proprietor of the Glue Factory steps into view, adorned this week in a fetching blood red three piece suit and accompanying pocket watch, which he pulls out and begins to stare at.
Phil Atken: Come on Gary, we’re already behind schedule, the show is halfway done! This is precious purchasing time that we are missing out on…
Gary: Sorry Mr. Atken, it’s just… it was a lot of boxes…
Phil Atken: Of course it was a lot of boxes! We’re a very “in” brand. Like Hersey’s Kisses or the McDLT. People demand us! Isn’t that right, people?
Atken looks over to the small line of around thirty that is forming around the Glue Factory stand, most of them keep staring down at their phones, one man looks up and offers a “what? Oh, I guess!” in response.
Phil Atken: See Gary, these people have the “thirst.” The “thirst” for glue! I learned that lingo from my son’s Clipclop.
Atken looks at the slightly tilted heads now out from their phones and looking in his direction. He quickly picks up what they are all throwing down.
Phil Atken: You should not, under any circumstances, drink the glue.
A few of the crowd make disappointed noises, one yells “WELL FUCK THAT” and leaves the line entirely. This doesn’t seem to deter The Proprietor who continues to harange his intern into unloading the boxes at speeds no human should have to endure.
Phil Atken: This may hurt now Gary, but your sacrifice is for the greater good. You are helping a visionary mission. People have realised that the Glue Factory is neither trifle nor to be trifled with after Larry Tact went nightie nights. The demand for glue grows greater and greater in the locker room too. We are the correction Gary, and PRIME needs correcting…
“SHE GOT THAT BADONKADONK”
Phil Atken’s pep talk is cut short but his phone yelling at him, he looks very confused as he looks down to see the caller, “MP.”
Phil Atken: …how the hell did she… and why… Gary I gotta take this…
The Humble Proprietor steps out of the scene to take the call, leaving Gary alone to deal with the public that are clearly hungry for glue (do not, under any circumstances, eat the glue). As Gary finishes filling up the table he looks up to the first eager customer. An older man in his mid-50s who doesn’t have the happiest of expressions in his eyes.
Gary: Hello Sir, welcome to the Glue Factory, may I interest you in some Civil Dusk…
The intern has suddenly experienced a superkick to his face, what an unfortunate incident. The superkick belongs to the first customer, none other than the man who is very much not dead, Dusk! Gary crumbles down to the floor as an irate Dusk kicks over The Glue Factory table, knocking the table over and sending the unopened boxes and all of the merchandise collapsing down upon Gary. Some of the fans in the crowd are eager to support Dusk, while upwards of two of them are very mad that they can’t now get the glue they were waiting in line for. The camera spins around to see Atken still on the phone to “MP”.
Phil Atken: …I can’t right now… I know what I said… yes, he’s a good kid but…
The conversation is cut short as Atken turns around to see Dusk wreaking havoc on his beautiful Glue Factory stall. Dusk turns and spots Atken near a group of slot machines and Atken chooses to quickly flee into the casino. Dusk, not satisfied with just smashing up the stand, tries to run after Atken but with lines and lines of similar slots, can’t work out where to begin.
Nick Stuart: It looks like Dusk came to the Glue Factory wanting to deliver a receipt from Culture Shock but all he could find was their intern. Phil Atken has fled into the casino floor and the Chief of Security, Hank, is nowhere to be seen.
Richard Parker: This is disgraceful! That man was trying to run an honest business and Dusk has destroyed it!
Nick Stuart: An honest business? His Chief of Security tried to rip Dusk’s skull off his head at Culture Shock!
The camera fades away on Dusk having to abandon his search for the fleeing Atken and heading back to the arena area, knowing he needs to turn his focus towards his match with Teddy Palmer.
Nick Stuart: Folks, Dusk takes on Teddy Palmer later tonight and after this incident I will be stunned if Phil Atken tries to show his face in that match. Stay tuned, there’s more ReVival to come.
The scene fades to black as Nick concludes his final thoughts.