(The arena is black, and there's a general buzz about the excited crowd as they anticipate the next segment. Suddenly, the familiar opening refrain of 'Highwayman' rings out, a spotlight shines brightly towards the main curtains at the top of the ramp, and as his video begins to run on the 'Tron and sparks fly to celebrate his entrance, 'The Highway Cowboy' Hank Gently and his enormous Hereford bull Eddy meander together onto the stage, stopping to drink in the cheers and adoration of the HOW fans. After spending a few silent seconds standing there, taking a panaoramic view and nodding his appreciation towards the crowd, Hank shares a quick joke with Eddy, and slowly leads his bull to the ring, tying him to the first turnbuckle post they reach. Hank climbs the ring steps and hops into the squared-circle through the ropes, makes a lasso motion with his right arm, which causes a large cheer, and motions to the timekeeper's table for a microphone as his music fades out...)
Hank Gently: Well Howdy, Ya'll! (Crowd cheers, Hank pauses and wanders.)
Hank Gently: So - last week, Miss Chase tried tah send Ol' Hank an' Eddy out to pasture! (Boos rain down.) But yup, that's right - Ah'm still standin'! (Crowd cheers again.)
Hank Gently: With mighty big thanks goin' out tah our General Manager Kuzan (cheers) - and o' course even more importan'... Ah gotta thank Jin wit all o' mah heart. That man is a Legend in this sport - fer him tah stand side-by-side Ol' Hank - wellsir, that meant more tah me than he'll ever know. One day, Ah only hope Ah'll have the chance tah repay Jin. Thank ya, sir - thank ya. (Crowd whistles and cheers with appreciation.)
Hank Gently: Now Ah git tah make the most o' gettin' tah stick around. Now Ah gets tah look t'wards the future - an' mah future in Haitch Oh Dubya holds a man they call Freak Show. (Crowd boos again.)
Hank Gently: Freak Show - in a world full o' painted up clowns, grown men runnin' 'round wearin' chain-mail, grown men callin' 'emselves Demons an' Devils an' what-not... well, let's jus' say me an' Eddy have been havin' a good ol' chuckle 'bout a few of these freaks! So when you think yer more of a Freak Show than all o' them - Boo Howdy, you got some problems, Kid! But you ain't got no problem bigger than the one standin' in this here ring, Ain't that right, Eddy? (Hank motions towards the bull, standing practically motionless in the corner, save for occassionally swaying his large head and chewing cud.)
Hank Gently: Yeah, tha's right, Eddy. Tonight, the only Show this Freak's gonna know about, is the "Ol' Hank's Fist Down Yer Throat Show", as I send him off down them Dusty Trails!! (Crowd cheers loudly, as Hank tosses the mic back towards the timekeeper's table, leaves the ring, unties Eddy and wanders back towards the stage, high-fiving the fans as he leaves, and the arena falls into darkness again.)