The flickering on the screen stabilizes over an image of Danny Imperial, hunched over his iPad, held by Jackson. The squawking of a parrot can be heard faintly over the camera and you can visibly see Danny slowly growing agitated. His huge fists grip the edge of the wooden table, squeezing until his fingertips turn white.

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We find ourselves at the Incheon International Airport, Seoul, South Korea. Danny’s Imperial Air, as he jokingly refers to his private jet as required one other stop before this in Hawaii, but Danny had been fast asleep then. Now, that he’s awake, Jackson thought it a good time to show him the second promotional video Scully had released, right after his rap one. This one, with a parrot as it’s main lead, seemed to have quite the effect on Danny.

Danny is fuming, he gets to his feet and begins pacing around the VIP Lounge of the airport, fingers interlocked and eyes seemingly scanning the ground. You could almost hear the gears in his head clinking, in their odd, mismatched fashion they must be laid out in. Jackson on the other hand can’t seem to hide his grin, no matter how hard he tries. Danny spots this, jerking his head towards Jackson, stopping it inches away from his face.

Jackson chuckles as he slides the iPad back into its sleeve and into his laptop bag. He moves off to a couch, settling down and crossing his legs, watching Danny. You get the feeling he’s more than used to Danny’s tantrums, knowing exactly how he should deal with it. Danny sighs exasperatedly as he watches Jackson retreat to the couch, in contrast, he continues his pacing about the room.

You turn your camera down as you realise Danny isn’t going to figure it out anytime soon, this wasn’t quite what you thought angry Danny would be focusing his frustration on.

The sound of a crowd cheering opens up the scene. The oval door of the jet is pushed open, streaming bright white light into the cabin. Outside, on either side of a red carpet is a stream of performers. Dressed in traditional North Korean hanboks, they dance, waving about streamers of cloth and oriental fans expertly.

Danny steps out first, grinning at the audience that has amassed, unknowing to him, most of them were probably forced to appear here by their dictator of a host. North Korea had a thing for putting up quite the show for their guests, not a single drop of weakness could be shown to any foreigner. However this practiced, well-choreographed façade they through on was in itself a sign of weakness and inauthenticity.

You swing the camera out from the jet to get a better image of the crowd outside. Almost immediately two armed soldiers appear on either side of the steps leading out from the jet. They signal to you, hold a finger to their ear and mutter something inaudible. They signal you to keep the camera focused on the red carpet and nowhere else, sending another armed soldier to escort you specifically. Sheesh, security was tight. Danny however is oblivious to all this, waving his hand in the air calling out to the beautiful women he’d deem Betsys in the crowd. All frustration regarding the parrot seems to have evaporated; I mean really, how long could the musings of a parrot antagonized the mind of anybody?

Danny turns to face you, flashing you a thumbs up and a wide smile.

You keep a safe distance behind Danny, as instructed by hand signs and awkward mumbling from the guard posted to you. You maintain the camera on him as he walks down the carpet, before turning it off as he reaches its end.

Danny hops from side to side, stretching his tense muscles underneath his cotton shirt. He gives his neck a quick crack before stepping into a curtain as “Hail To The King” starts blaring across the stadium’s speakers. You follow him cautiously, first filming his back and then circling to his front as he makes his entrance into the stadium. You pan through the empty stadium, with its lights on and the ring standing in the center of it all. Crew members can be seen walking up and down the ramp, setting up for the big show. The backs of a couple of wrestlers, though unidentified, can be seen in the ring, testing out the ropes and grabbing a feel for the ring. Danny glances around himself, inhaling deeply and failing to control the smile that creeps onto his face.

You can’t help but smile, it really was quite a grand stadium, seeing it from the center was even more breathtaking. But though Danny plays off his nerves with his comment about the ladies, you can tell he really is pulsing with anticipation.

Danny turns away from the camera, glancing at his X-Tron video, breathing in deeply as the camera cuts.