A new theme hits as the crowd waits for someone to come out. The Artist walks out at 0:35 wearing a T-Shirt reading "TNG" on the front and "Hell Fire Burns Brighter than Heaven's Light" on the back. He makes it to mid ramp before spreading his arms wide and tilting his head back and Pyro shoots out into various directions. Artist: It's time! *Let's out a chuckle* I've been waiting for this for months. The time is right for PHASE 1. *Crowd pops* The IWT has been a wasteland and it's only a matter of time before it becomes a cold, abandoned tundra of old memories. OLD memories, the exact thing that I fear will happen to the IWT. No one talks about Alias and Joey Bryant, they talk about Aids and Dat Kid. No one talks about Chris Kaizer and Nick, they talk about CrayJ and Senhor Perfect. The most archetypal names in the IWT are always shadowed over the ones of today. That's an injustice to anyone who has ever had a mind for great talent because the one true thing about IWT is that nothing can be expected not even a lean eye for talent. That's when TNG steps in...The New Generation. Artist walks around and paces around erratically Artist: The New Generation is here to tear down the walls of the "legends" and to break the glass ceiling and to grab the brass ring. The IWT has had enough of washed up has-beens, it's time for true athletes to rise. It's time for NEW federations to grow and for a new sovereignty to raid and take over the IWT. The IWT is a moribund organizations being decayed by the geriatric age. I may be the first of The New Generation...but like every stronghold...it grows into an empire...a power that NO ONE can stop. This may be the seeds of a larger spectrum but it won't be a spectrum that will be destroyed by a shadow. Artist pauses before continuing. It's Rising.