*The following promo is based on the replacement recap of the SDC/DL match from Havoc 1-10-06. That recap will be posted at Mike The Mouth Monroe's earliest convenience.*
*Meeko walks into the SDC locker room and finds PenWing sitting on a bench taping some Sherwoods.*
Meeko: PenWing, what are doing here? I arranged for you to have the night off. In fact, you're not supposed to return to the Cheesedome until Rob's Randy Rumble. Now go home and get your head back together.
PenWing: Can't do that.
Meeko: You can and you will. Killconey may forgive you for leaving your corner to attack Darth, but Chewy is fuming. He trusted you to watch out for his friend. I don't know what the hell is going on in your head right now, but you need to get things sorted out if you're going to have a shot at winning the Rumble.
PenWing: I didn't enter the Rumble, Meeko.
Meeko: I noticed. I remedied that little problem on my own.
PenWing: You did, did you? And just who the hell do you think you are to tell me when to wrestle?
Meeko: Who the hell am I? I'm your manager, that's who I am! I'm probably the only person left in this building who still cares about you and wants to see you succeed. It's clear you've got something to prove out there, so do it the way you know best. Go out and win the Rumble again. You want to get another shot at Grimm? He may or may not be the Heavyweight Cheese Champion at Roblemania, but if he doesn't have the belt, he'll be hunting it. If you go out and take it, he'll be hunting you. Now pull your head out of your ass and regain your focus!
PenWing: Regain my focus? Meeko, don't start talking to me about focus until you start winning matches again.
*Meeko is taken aback by PenWing's comment.*
Meeko: So, that's the way it's going to be?
*PenWing stands up and walks to the door, Sherwood in hand.*
PenWing: Yeah, that's the way it's gonna be.
*PenWing walks out of the locker room. Havoc goes to break.*
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