Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 23:34:15 GMT -5
??; “Thank you for seeing us on such short notice.”
(The scene opens into the quiet barely busy lobby of a very swank restaurant. The sound of a vacuum cleaner humming in the distance, the sight of most of the chairs upside down on top of their tables, and the smell of fresh pumpernickel bread all indicate the establishment is preparing for dinner service.
We pan to the only table with activity to see one woman, blonde, in her mid-forties dressed in a very well put together business suit sitting on one side of the table with another woman Asian and possibly a few years older dressed more casually, her tight denim jeans and snug GIW Infinity t-shirt showing off every luscious curve of her frame. Across from the pair stands a slightly bewildered Mary-Joanna Roberts.
MJ looks down at where eD Case should be standing with a well hidden look of disappointment mixed with annoyance. She looks at the broke down tables, the kitchen door opening and closing ever few seconds, and the service cart helping set the settings for what hopefully will be a busy night. MJ ignores the lack of her spineless confidant, extends her hand, and takes a pleasant seat.)
MJ; “Of course. I’m always more than happy to do anything for one of my fans.”
Asian; “Who’s here?”
Blonde; “And I’m sure they all appreciate your willingness, but I understand you saw Randy today?”
{{Suddenly we’re gone from the restaurant and are following MJ and a pristinely uniformed correctional officer down a long dark concrete and iron hallway. The two stop at a large security gate, we can here a buzzer, and then the gate slowly slides open. They enter, passing a female officer tightening the bun in her brown hair and checking her uniform, and make their way to a small checkpoint.
Male Officer- Alright I have to ask. Do you have any drugs, weapons, or alcohol in your possession?
MJ- No.
Male Officer- Alright, please leaves your keys, cell phones or electronic communication devices, and remember there is to be no physical contact with the inmate. When you wish to leave just call out, and we’ll open the door for you.
MJ- MJ understands. Thank you officer.
MJ gives one more fake look of gratitude to the officer before pushing open the door. Once on the other side we see the stainless steel tables with attached round stools, the cinderblock and reinforced glass walls, and the cheap vinyl tile of the visitors room of L.A. County Sheriffs Correctional Facility ‘Twin Towers’. Randy Boolzian sits quietly alone facing the corner.}}
MJ; “Yeah, I checked on him. I had to see another friend caught up in some trouble, so figured I’d stop by to see Randy.”
Blonde; “How is he doing?”
Asian; “We tried to stop by yesterday, but he wouldn't see us.”
{{The sound Mary-Joanna’s four inch heel on the tiled floor is no surprise to the Red Bull Icon. As she approaches her perfume subtly fills the air, and BoolZ swivels in his seat to face the TWiSTeD Princess. For the briefest of seconds she’s put off by his huge grin.
BoolZ- Only a matter of time. What’d they get you for? No, let me guess. You offered to lick an undercover officer’s asshole for fifty bucks?
MJ- Wow. Prostitute and ass play jokes. Mary-Jo thought you better than that.
BoolZ- Eh, yeah, no I’m not. Besides Mary-Jo is a dumb bitch who doesn’t know what she wants, but enough about her. Why are you here?
MJ- MJ brought you a present.
The TWiSTeD Heiress reaches into her purse and produces a can of Red Bull and a pack of cigarettes before placing them on the smooth surface of the cold table.
MJ- Mary-Joanna figures you can’t just pull over at a quick stop for your addictions right now.
Not to be outdone BoolZ pulls up an opened Red Bull from the next stool, and takes a well packed pack of Marlboro Blend 27s from his shirt pocket. He takes one last drink, and then inhales the first puff.
BoolZ- You probably passed her on your way in. Now really, why are you here?}}
MJ; “BoolZ is doing as well as can be expected giving the situation, I believe.”
Asian; “That is a relief. We were slightly worried how he’d be doing without that drink.”
Blonde; “So is this finally waking him up, or is he still obsessed with chasing this fantasy dream of his as a wrestler?”
{{MJ- Why is MJ here? Well, despite the obvious amusement of seeing you a man so consumed with wanderlust and Travis Roberts being confined with no possible way of getting at Travis, eD thought you should know that Boss P has named Mary-Jo the special guest referee of your Unified Global title match at Infinity.
BoolZ can’t hold back the look of utter horrific shock on his face.
BoolZ- What? Are you kidding me? Why?
MJ- Oh Randy, you know MJ better than that. You know Mary-Joanna wouldn’t lie to you.
BoolZ- Last time we spoke you had some how lost your stomach your nerve for what I was doing to your husband… Oh, now it makes sense. You were upset because I set out to beat Roberts within an inch of his life, and now you’re the official in the match to make sure I can’t do it again. Besides maybe this is a good thing. I mean at least I know, first hand, you’re little ass can take a pounding.
MJ- If that’s what you call it. Besides this should be excellent news to you. After all Mary-Jo is probably the only one on the planet that wants Travis to suffer as badly as you do.
BoolZ- Oh I see. So now you’re going to help me? Going from cursing my name to helping me finish my task. Why the change of heart?
MJ- Because enough is enough. Mary-Joanna put up with his neglect in the TFC, his abandonment, his insults, and his emotional abuse for to long. MJ has stood by and watched the man she loved slowly descend into madness. The whole time, every step of the way, ‘The Blessed One’ seemed blissfully unaware that everything Mary-Jo had worked so hard to give him was slipping away. Travis Roberts needs to hit rock bottom, and you’re probably the best way to do it. Mary-Joanna wants to help.
BoolZ- Rock bottom? You know I’m so sick of hearing that phrase from people who have no idea what it is. Let me tell you about ‘rock bottom’. It’s not some magical fantasy land where all your problems seem to fade away. It’s not some mystical epiphany that you experience and suddenly it all makes sense. ‘Rock bottom’ is hell on earth. It’s the realization that you’re broken, and probably you were never really whole to begin with. It’s the truth that you face when you learn you’re a waste. Once you’re there, you’re never not there.
I relive my ‘rock bottom’ every time I shut my eyes. *Blinks* Every time. Every step I take I’m reminded of that night. Every decision I make it’s there laughing at me. Mocking me. Hating me. There is no happiness, or joy, or life after ‘rock bottom’. There’s only a cold forsaken existence. MJ if you loved him, even briefly. You don’t want him to face what I’m going to force him to live.}}
MJ; “BoolZ knows what he has to do, now.
Blonde; “Oh good. I was so worried he’d continue this asinine crusade. Finally now he can settle down, and get a real job.”
Asian; “I don’t know, he’s never stuck with anything this long before.”
MJ; “Well, and I don’t know the specifics of his contract, but a contract is a contract. I don’t think BoolZ can just walk away.”
Blonde; “Oh, I’m just so worried he’ll go to far and really hurt himself or this Travis guy.”
Asian; “That was one of the reasons we asked to meet with you MJ.”
Blonde; “Yeah, we know you’re the referee for the match. Hopefully his last and we were hoping you could help keep an eye on him for us. Help him.”
{{MJ- Regardless of the feeling the TWiSTeD Royal Family once shared. Mary-Joanna wants to help you ruin Travis.
BoolZ- You want to help? How can you possibly help? How can you possibly think I need you’re help?
MJ- Clearly, Randy maybe you need a refresher of how a match is won. Let Mary-Joanna remind you that as the referee MJ will be counting the falls and calling the submissions. Mary-Jo thought it obvious, but perhaps Travis is right and you are simply an inbred redneck from a poor trailer park.
BoolZ- Pinfalls? I don’t need your help to pin Travis Roberts. I’ve done it twice already. Submissions? I don’t need your help breaking Travis Roberts. The cast on his right arm will attest to that. Even embarrassing Travis Roberts. I don’t need your help with that either. When was the last time he has gone so long out of the public eye. I’ve chased him right into seclusion. I’m ruining him, his legacy, all he ever was, and I’m doing it without your help.
MJ- Really? Well then let Mary-Jo remind you of your failure at Horizons. Let MJ remind you that you failed the TWiSTeD Heiress, and mercy is not the usual response for such abysmal showings. Let Mary-Joanna remind you that one of you two will be accepting some divine TWiSTeD intervention.
BoolZ- You know actually, maybe you bring up a good point. Thinking of Horizons maybe there is something you can do for me.
MJ- What’s that?
BoolZ- Well maybe you can use that same stroke of yours again. You know that one on your knees, elbow in the air, and that little TWiST at the tip. Yeah, maybe you can use your stoke on Boss Pelican or Travis or eD again like I’m sure you did to get named the referee, and convince him to make it an actual Horizons re-match.
MJ- Excuse me?
BoolZ- Yeah, see I’m thinking I want more than the GIW Unified Title. I want its parts. I want my Hardcore belt back. I want Brandon Browns, since he was the last champion to win it without some scheme backing him up, Global belt. I want Travis’s TFC title belt.}}
MJ; “I’ll see what I can do, but ladies there is only so much that can be done. I spoke with Travis as well, and it seems he almost wants this match as bad as BoolZ. The two have made it really personal.”
Asian; “So what can be done?”
{{BoolZ- Well?
MJ is seen walking back into the visitors room of the detention center with a slightly puzzled look on her face as the same light brown haired female officer walks out tucking in her shirt. MJ approaches BoolZ who patiently awaits a response.
MJ- Mary-Jo spoke with Travis, and he agrees.
BoolZ- Spoke? Yeah, I’m sure. But no, really that’s great.
MJ- Well Travis had a condition. He said he’ll put up the title, and four belts if you put something on the line as well.
BoolZ- Figures. Let me guess. Like most when they see me all they see is the Red Bull. He wants a case of the nectar of the gods so maybe he can be as great as I am?
MJ- Actually he wants your trophies. All of them.
BoolZ- Trophies?
MJ- Have you really kept a pair of underwear from every woman you’ve ever slept with?
BoolZ- Did you really think you were the first? I mean, hell I’ve been there. I didn’t think you were that great to be honest, but hey if he wants back in your panties so bad. Sure why not.
MJ- There’s more. Mary-Jo spoke with Boss P, and he has a condition as well.
BoolZ- Oh, well, now you see it makes sense. I mean not really that great, but I would agree… kinda fishy. How are they both gonna get your old…
MJ- You insolent child! You dare insult Mary-Joanna Roberts when she comes to you offering help? You should consider yourself fortunate that MJ is currently distracted by more important matters, chiefly Travis Roberts, to fully give your suicidal decisions the attention and wrath they deserve. That being said, if you agree to hold off any further attacks on Travis Roberts until the bell rings at Infinity then I can get out of this place. If you agree and fail to uphold your end of the bargain however Boss P will shred your contract and you will never wrestle stateside again. If you don’t concede then you can sit in here and rot for all MJ, Boss P, and the GIW cares!}}
MJ; “I can assure you both that the GIW has and will continue to take appropriate precautions to ensure the safety of our competitors. Both have been advised to cease any physical altercations until the pay-per-view, and I task in the match is to ensure things do not get too far out of control. I must admit however, I am curious as to why you have requested to speak with me.”
Asian; “MJ, we watch the GIW. We know what’s happened between you, Randy, and this Travis.”
Blonde; “We also believe you probably know Randy better than anyone else at this point in his life. We worry, and were hoping you could give us some reassurance.”
MJ; “I see, honestly Mrs. Boolzian I don’t think anyone knows ‘Randy’. MJ doesn’t think he knows himself. And the man ‘BoolZ’ isn’t the son you and your wife raised. If you will excuse me, I have a flight to catch.”
(MJ stands up and gracefully walks away as Robin and Tina, BoolZ’s Mother and Step-Mother, share a loving, comforting, ‘everything will be alright’ embrace.)
~*~*~
(We’re standing in line at check in at LAX international airport. The crowd is immense, but it’s all too easy to find and single out the Red Bull Icon in line. He stands with a look of heartbroken agony etched into his face as he taps a button on his cell phone and again listens.)
Phone: You have one saved message. First saved message. Today 9:28 AM…
Maddy; “Ran? Hey, listen, uhm. Well it’s Maddy. Randy, I need to talk to you. Uhm, I’ll be at work all day till five. Uhm, call me, maybe we can do lunch. It’s kinda important, and I really need to see you Ran. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Uhm, call me when you get this.”
Phone: To save this message press, seven. To erase this message, press one. To…
(BoolZ hangs up the phone as he steps the counter, and is greeted by a small black female clerk.)
BoolZ; “Just his one bag, and I’m on the 10am flight to Chicago.”
Clerk; “Bad news? Something wrong?”
BoolZ; “I don’t know, but it’ll still be wrong when I get I back.”
(The scene ends with the BoolZ receiving his boarding pass, and escaping into the overcrowded airport.)
(The scene opens into the quiet barely busy lobby of a very swank restaurant. The sound of a vacuum cleaner humming in the distance, the sight of most of the chairs upside down on top of their tables, and the smell of fresh pumpernickel bread all indicate the establishment is preparing for dinner service.
We pan to the only table with activity to see one woman, blonde, in her mid-forties dressed in a very well put together business suit sitting on one side of the table with another woman Asian and possibly a few years older dressed more casually, her tight denim jeans and snug GIW Infinity t-shirt showing off every luscious curve of her frame. Across from the pair stands a slightly bewildered Mary-Joanna Roberts.
MJ looks down at where eD Case should be standing with a well hidden look of disappointment mixed with annoyance. She looks at the broke down tables, the kitchen door opening and closing ever few seconds, and the service cart helping set the settings for what hopefully will be a busy night. MJ ignores the lack of her spineless confidant, extends her hand, and takes a pleasant seat.)
MJ; “Of course. I’m always more than happy to do anything for one of my fans.”
Asian; “Who’s here?”
Blonde; “And I’m sure they all appreciate your willingness, but I understand you saw Randy today?”
{{Suddenly we’re gone from the restaurant and are following MJ and a pristinely uniformed correctional officer down a long dark concrete and iron hallway. The two stop at a large security gate, we can here a buzzer, and then the gate slowly slides open. They enter, passing a female officer tightening the bun in her brown hair and checking her uniform, and make their way to a small checkpoint.
Male Officer- Alright I have to ask. Do you have any drugs, weapons, or alcohol in your possession?
MJ- No.
Male Officer- Alright, please leaves your keys, cell phones or electronic communication devices, and remember there is to be no physical contact with the inmate. When you wish to leave just call out, and we’ll open the door for you.
MJ- MJ understands. Thank you officer.
MJ gives one more fake look of gratitude to the officer before pushing open the door. Once on the other side we see the stainless steel tables with attached round stools, the cinderblock and reinforced glass walls, and the cheap vinyl tile of the visitors room of L.A. County Sheriffs Correctional Facility ‘Twin Towers’. Randy Boolzian sits quietly alone facing the corner.}}
MJ; “Yeah, I checked on him. I had to see another friend caught up in some trouble, so figured I’d stop by to see Randy.”
Blonde; “How is he doing?”
Asian; “We tried to stop by yesterday, but he wouldn't see us.”
{{The sound Mary-Joanna’s four inch heel on the tiled floor is no surprise to the Red Bull Icon. As she approaches her perfume subtly fills the air, and BoolZ swivels in his seat to face the TWiSTeD Princess. For the briefest of seconds she’s put off by his huge grin.
BoolZ- Only a matter of time. What’d they get you for? No, let me guess. You offered to lick an undercover officer’s asshole for fifty bucks?
MJ- Wow. Prostitute and ass play jokes. Mary-Jo thought you better than that.
BoolZ- Eh, yeah, no I’m not. Besides Mary-Jo is a dumb bitch who doesn’t know what she wants, but enough about her. Why are you here?
MJ- MJ brought you a present.
The TWiSTeD Heiress reaches into her purse and produces a can of Red Bull and a pack of cigarettes before placing them on the smooth surface of the cold table.
MJ- Mary-Joanna figures you can’t just pull over at a quick stop for your addictions right now.
Not to be outdone BoolZ pulls up an opened Red Bull from the next stool, and takes a well packed pack of Marlboro Blend 27s from his shirt pocket. He takes one last drink, and then inhales the first puff.
BoolZ- You probably passed her on your way in. Now really, why are you here?}}
MJ; “BoolZ is doing as well as can be expected giving the situation, I believe.”
Asian; “That is a relief. We were slightly worried how he’d be doing without that drink.”
Blonde; “So is this finally waking him up, or is he still obsessed with chasing this fantasy dream of his as a wrestler?”
{{MJ- Why is MJ here? Well, despite the obvious amusement of seeing you a man so consumed with wanderlust and Travis Roberts being confined with no possible way of getting at Travis, eD thought you should know that Boss P has named Mary-Jo the special guest referee of your Unified Global title match at Infinity.
BoolZ can’t hold back the look of utter horrific shock on his face.
BoolZ- What? Are you kidding me? Why?
MJ- Oh Randy, you know MJ better than that. You know Mary-Joanna wouldn’t lie to you.
BoolZ- Last time we spoke you had some how lost your stomach your nerve for what I was doing to your husband… Oh, now it makes sense. You were upset because I set out to beat Roberts within an inch of his life, and now you’re the official in the match to make sure I can’t do it again. Besides maybe this is a good thing. I mean at least I know, first hand, you’re little ass can take a pounding.
MJ- If that’s what you call it. Besides this should be excellent news to you. After all Mary-Jo is probably the only one on the planet that wants Travis to suffer as badly as you do.
BoolZ- Oh I see. So now you’re going to help me? Going from cursing my name to helping me finish my task. Why the change of heart?
MJ- Because enough is enough. Mary-Joanna put up with his neglect in the TFC, his abandonment, his insults, and his emotional abuse for to long. MJ has stood by and watched the man she loved slowly descend into madness. The whole time, every step of the way, ‘The Blessed One’ seemed blissfully unaware that everything Mary-Jo had worked so hard to give him was slipping away. Travis Roberts needs to hit rock bottom, and you’re probably the best way to do it. Mary-Joanna wants to help.
BoolZ- Rock bottom? You know I’m so sick of hearing that phrase from people who have no idea what it is. Let me tell you about ‘rock bottom’. It’s not some magical fantasy land where all your problems seem to fade away. It’s not some mystical epiphany that you experience and suddenly it all makes sense. ‘Rock bottom’ is hell on earth. It’s the realization that you’re broken, and probably you were never really whole to begin with. It’s the truth that you face when you learn you’re a waste. Once you’re there, you’re never not there.
I relive my ‘rock bottom’ every time I shut my eyes. *Blinks* Every time. Every step I take I’m reminded of that night. Every decision I make it’s there laughing at me. Mocking me. Hating me. There is no happiness, or joy, or life after ‘rock bottom’. There’s only a cold forsaken existence. MJ if you loved him, even briefly. You don’t want him to face what I’m going to force him to live.}}
MJ; “BoolZ knows what he has to do, now.
Blonde; “Oh good. I was so worried he’d continue this asinine crusade. Finally now he can settle down, and get a real job.”
Asian; “I don’t know, he’s never stuck with anything this long before.”
MJ; “Well, and I don’t know the specifics of his contract, but a contract is a contract. I don’t think BoolZ can just walk away.”
Blonde; “Oh, I’m just so worried he’ll go to far and really hurt himself or this Travis guy.”
Asian; “That was one of the reasons we asked to meet with you MJ.”
Blonde; “Yeah, we know you’re the referee for the match. Hopefully his last and we were hoping you could help keep an eye on him for us. Help him.”
{{MJ- Regardless of the feeling the TWiSTeD Royal Family once shared. Mary-Joanna wants to help you ruin Travis.
BoolZ- You want to help? How can you possibly help? How can you possibly think I need you’re help?
MJ- Clearly, Randy maybe you need a refresher of how a match is won. Let Mary-Joanna remind you that as the referee MJ will be counting the falls and calling the submissions. Mary-Jo thought it obvious, but perhaps Travis is right and you are simply an inbred redneck from a poor trailer park.
BoolZ- Pinfalls? I don’t need your help to pin Travis Roberts. I’ve done it twice already. Submissions? I don’t need your help breaking Travis Roberts. The cast on his right arm will attest to that. Even embarrassing Travis Roberts. I don’t need your help with that either. When was the last time he has gone so long out of the public eye. I’ve chased him right into seclusion. I’m ruining him, his legacy, all he ever was, and I’m doing it without your help.
MJ- Really? Well then let Mary-Jo remind you of your failure at Horizons. Let MJ remind you that you failed the TWiSTeD Heiress, and mercy is not the usual response for such abysmal showings. Let Mary-Joanna remind you that one of you two will be accepting some divine TWiSTeD intervention.
BoolZ- You know actually, maybe you bring up a good point. Thinking of Horizons maybe there is something you can do for me.
MJ- What’s that?
BoolZ- Well maybe you can use that same stroke of yours again. You know that one on your knees, elbow in the air, and that little TWiST at the tip. Yeah, maybe you can use your stoke on Boss Pelican or Travis or eD again like I’m sure you did to get named the referee, and convince him to make it an actual Horizons re-match.
MJ- Excuse me?
BoolZ- Yeah, see I’m thinking I want more than the GIW Unified Title. I want its parts. I want my Hardcore belt back. I want Brandon Browns, since he was the last champion to win it without some scheme backing him up, Global belt. I want Travis’s TFC title belt.}}
MJ; “I’ll see what I can do, but ladies there is only so much that can be done. I spoke with Travis as well, and it seems he almost wants this match as bad as BoolZ. The two have made it really personal.”
Asian; “So what can be done?”
{{BoolZ- Well?
MJ is seen walking back into the visitors room of the detention center with a slightly puzzled look on her face as the same light brown haired female officer walks out tucking in her shirt. MJ approaches BoolZ who patiently awaits a response.
MJ- Mary-Jo spoke with Travis, and he agrees.
BoolZ- Spoke? Yeah, I’m sure. But no, really that’s great.
MJ- Well Travis had a condition. He said he’ll put up the title, and four belts if you put something on the line as well.
BoolZ- Figures. Let me guess. Like most when they see me all they see is the Red Bull. He wants a case of the nectar of the gods so maybe he can be as great as I am?
MJ- Actually he wants your trophies. All of them.
BoolZ- Trophies?
MJ- Have you really kept a pair of underwear from every woman you’ve ever slept with?
BoolZ- Did you really think you were the first? I mean, hell I’ve been there. I didn’t think you were that great to be honest, but hey if he wants back in your panties so bad. Sure why not.
MJ- There’s more. Mary-Jo spoke with Boss P, and he has a condition as well.
BoolZ- Oh, well, now you see it makes sense. I mean not really that great, but I would agree… kinda fishy. How are they both gonna get your old…
MJ- You insolent child! You dare insult Mary-Joanna Roberts when she comes to you offering help? You should consider yourself fortunate that MJ is currently distracted by more important matters, chiefly Travis Roberts, to fully give your suicidal decisions the attention and wrath they deserve. That being said, if you agree to hold off any further attacks on Travis Roberts until the bell rings at Infinity then I can get out of this place. If you agree and fail to uphold your end of the bargain however Boss P will shred your contract and you will never wrestle stateside again. If you don’t concede then you can sit in here and rot for all MJ, Boss P, and the GIW cares!}}
MJ; “I can assure you both that the GIW has and will continue to take appropriate precautions to ensure the safety of our competitors. Both have been advised to cease any physical altercations until the pay-per-view, and I task in the match is to ensure things do not get too far out of control. I must admit however, I am curious as to why you have requested to speak with me.”
Asian; “MJ, we watch the GIW. We know what’s happened between you, Randy, and this Travis.”
Blonde; “We also believe you probably know Randy better than anyone else at this point in his life. We worry, and were hoping you could give us some reassurance.”
MJ; “I see, honestly Mrs. Boolzian I don’t think anyone knows ‘Randy’. MJ doesn’t think he knows himself. And the man ‘BoolZ’ isn’t the son you and your wife raised. If you will excuse me, I have a flight to catch.”
(MJ stands up and gracefully walks away as Robin and Tina, BoolZ’s Mother and Step-Mother, share a loving, comforting, ‘everything will be alright’ embrace.)
~*~*~
(We’re standing in line at check in at LAX international airport. The crowd is immense, but it’s all too easy to find and single out the Red Bull Icon in line. He stands with a look of heartbroken agony etched into his face as he taps a button on his cell phone and again listens.)
Phone: You have one saved message. First saved message. Today 9:28 AM…
Maddy; “Ran? Hey, listen, uhm. Well it’s Maddy. Randy, I need to talk to you. Uhm, I’ll be at work all day till five. Uhm, call me, maybe we can do lunch. It’s kinda important, and I really need to see you Ran. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Uhm, call me when you get this.”
Phone: To save this message press, seven. To erase this message, press one. To…
(BoolZ hangs up the phone as he steps the counter, and is greeted by a small black female clerk.)
BoolZ; “Just his one bag, and I’m on the 10am flight to Chicago.”
Clerk; “Bad news? Something wrong?”
BoolZ; “I don’t know, but it’ll still be wrong when I get I back.”
(The scene ends with the BoolZ receiving his boarding pass, and escaping into the overcrowded airport.)
