Adam Pierce

In a dark room with a feint breeze of smoke, stood a man. Shots from different angles all at once, directed from one side of his face to the other. He bore a pair of shades, a sleevless leather jacket and ring gear. Pierce: There comes a time in a man's life where he knows no boundaries; he finds himself in the deepest depths of hell to take on the challenges laid before him. I don't carry myself as some high entity that can take all, end all, conquer and destroy. But I never take away the gifted opportunities of testing my limits. His voice echoed in the background: Are you listening...? Pierce: I come to OCW not with arrogance... Do I have your attention? Pierce: I come to OCW not with selfish desires... Can you still hear me? Pierce: I come to OCW with a dream. A dream that one day, one step at a time, with one victory over the next, I will reach that pinnacle and become what so many crave, but never achieve: A legend. And whether that means being halfway there, then being thrown back down to the very pits where it all began, I will rise to my feet, I will stand with my head high, and I will take that first step once again. Am I worth listening to now? Pierce: I come to everyone with sincerity and with a clear message when I say that each and every challenge thrown in my future with this company? Accepted. There was a brief pause. He breathed in and slowly exhaled. There was no telling of his emotions with the shades covering his eyes. Just a man with his word, hoping his actions validate each one. Pierce: My name is Adam Pierce, and I am a living embodiment of vigorous desire to succeed. Can you hear me? He extended his arm, pointing at the very ground at his feet. His name suddenly appearing. Pierce: Will you hear me... http://i.imgur.com/2BvEXHe.png