Annoyed now by the pathetic security blocking your way, you throw the security guard against the wall like a rag doll thereby rendering him unconscious.
You then begin to will yourself to shrink again to a more manageable size.
Soon you are 6’1” again standing alone and naked in the hallway. All your clothes lay shredded and torn apart at your feet.
You look around to see if there are any bystanders but the coast is clear. So you grab the security guard’s clothes while he is unconscious, and proceed in to the stadium.
You follow a set of stairs and follow an underground tunnel further in to the stadium until finally you find yourself at a door reading “Special event staff admitted only!”
You open the door somewhat sheepishly, still adapting to the feeling of being somewhat above the law.
Inside you see a hectic crowd of performers, make-up and hair artists, lighting and sound technicians all scrambling around the room busily trying to prepare themselves for the big show.
“Oh security!” One of the performers calls out from across the room. “I’m so glad you’re here finally! We called for you over half an hour ago! Don’t you dare leave now!”
“This is too, too easy” you think to yourself, smirking.
You are in.