Mark Sommers stood at the window in his office, black suspenders over a white button down. He looked out into the rebuilding city, which had been decimated by a flood in 2008. Most of the downtown area, where his office was located, had been vacant since, but Sommers was one of the first to move back into his office - thanks in large part to donations by Cyrus O'Haire. Sommers had a hand on his bearded face, rubbing some of the scruff as he watched people move around the area.

Mark's Secretary: Mr. Sommers, there's a gentleman from MaXimum Championship Wrestling here to see you, a Mr. Joey Clemens.

Her voice boomed from the telephone, which caused Sommers to turn and look. He walked over to his desk and pushed the intercom button.

Mark Sommers: Excellent. Send him right in.

Mark released the button and stood behind his chair, hands on the back of it. He smiled as the door opened, revealing the slender, dark haired man carrying a small leather briefcase. Mark motioned to the seat in front of him with the smile still on his face, and spoke softly.

Mark Sommers: Please, sit, sit.

His smile never seemed to fade as the man walked to the seat. The gentleman pulled back the chair from the desk and sat down, placing his briefcase next to the chair.

Mark Sommers: I seem to be getting a lot of visits from McW these days - I trust this is normal?

The man smiled back at Sommers, and nodded.

Joey Clemens: Absolutely, Sir. I have been going around the country talking to people from our employee's pasts, trying to get a better feel for their personalities. Easier for the management to get in touch with the roster, I suppose.

Mark sat back, nodding and smiling.

Mark Sommers: Ah, so you're hear to learn more about Cyrus, are you?

Joey Clemens: Yes, Sir.

Mark Sommers: Now, Joey, I've been in this business for quite some time and I've never had a single company approach me about a client as many times as McW's has. Why is that?

Mark sits forward in his chair, looking at Clemens. He interlaces his fingers as he stares into the man's eyes.

Joey Clemens: I assure you, Sir, this has nothing to do with the character of your client, and is purely McW policy.

Clemens appears to be sweating now, looking at Mark with a slight sense of fear. Mark continues to stare at him.

Mark Sommers: Alright. I'll accept that. Now, do you have anything in particular you want to know about Cyrus; did you come with any questions?

Clemens nods, and half smiles as he pulls his briefcase onto the table.

Mark Sommers: Don't... scratch the desk.

Clemens looks at Sommers, caught off guard for a second. He nods, careful about the way he moves the briefcase. Quickly, he pulls out a legal-sized notepad, which lists a few questions on it. He removes the briefcase from the desk, and places it back against the chair where he put it before.

Joey Clemens: Uh, so... we did receive a lot of information from you when you sent Cyrus' résumé to us, Mr. Sommers, but there's still some information that was left, well... less than fulfilling.

Sommers nods, not speaking. Joey gulps.

Joey Clemens: You said that Cyrus was in five different promotions, is this correct?

Sommers nods.

Joey Sommers: And he is a very successful champion.

Sommers, again, nods.

Joey Sommers: But he has never been a World Heavyweight Champion. Why is this?

Mark takes a deep breath, exhaling deeply. He sits up straight, looking at Joey with a slight tinge of irritation.

Mark Sommers: Well, to be honest, nobody quite knows for sure. He has always stepped up to the plate when asked to do so, and has always accepted the challenge of being a champion. He has held two different Hardcore-style championships, one multiple times. He's held the mid-card level Championship in three of his past promotions, defeating the next eventual World Heavyweight Champion in each match. Tag Team Championships, he has...

He looks at a piece of paper on his desk.

Mark Sommers: Five different titles, a total of seven times. To say that Cyrus isn't well versed in holding championship gold would be a fallacy.

Mark looks at Joey, whose eyebrows form a sort of confused look, though trying to not be disrespectful.

Mark Sommers: I believe that Cyrus has been a victim of circumstance. In DIWF, for instance, the federation shut down as he carried the Intercontinental Championship. He was well on his way into a program with the man he defeated for the championship, and World Heavyweight Champion when the company ceased business. This also happened in three other federations. In Outlaw Pro-Wrestling, the company was sold and the style of entertainment that they produced didn't coincide with Cyrus'... demeanor. He was given a buy-out and asked not to return for his next match - which was set to be a number one contenders match. Things like this happened consistently to Cyrus.

Joey nods, scribbling on to the pad.

Joey Clemens: Now, in the interview with Todd just the other day, you discussed Cyrus being institutionalized on more than one occasion. Has this ever interfered with his duties in any given promotion?

Mark sits back, looking at Joey as though he was asking too personal of a question. The somewhat tall frame of Mark tensed for a second, before shaking his head.

Mark Sommers: Once. in UCWL, as he held the Hardcore Championship.

Joey nods.

Joey Clemens: Could you give any sort of indication as to why he needed psychiatric help?

Mark looked at Joey for a solid ten seconds before he nodded.

Mark Sommers: Cyrus assaulted the man that ran UCWL at the time. He believed that the man had sent people to bug his house, and that he was being followed. Cyrus believed that it was this man's doing that his son was born with Autism. He said that voices had told him this.

Joey looked at Mark, almost in shock.

Mark Sommers: That's why he was institutionalized. Cyrus was deemed unable to tell delusions from reality, and spent the better part of a year in the Mental Health Institution in Independence, Iowa before it was shut down.

Joey continued looking at Mark, and rubbed his upper lip.

Joey Clemens: Why was that?

Mark sighed.

Mark Sommers: The staff was abusive and negligent. It was close enough to Cyrus's release date that the state ordered him to continue speaking to a psychiatrist, but that he was free to leave on his own recognizance.

Joey nods, scribbling down information.

Joey Clemens: Was he prescribed any medication.

Mark nods.

Mark Sommers: He still is. Whether or not he's taking it...

Mark's Secretary: Mr. Sommers, Matthew Sullivan is calling collect on line one from Japan.

Sommers looks at Joey, while he presses the intercom button.

Mark Sommers: Thank you, Dear.

Sommers releases the button, still looking at Clemens.

Mark Sommers: I'm going to have to take this call, and then I am going to be out of the office for the rest of the day, Mr. Clemens.

Joey Clemens: Alright, Sir. I just have one more ques-

Mark Sommers: NO. You have insulted my client and my own intelligence today. This conversation is over, Mr. Clemens. If McW wishes to learn more about my client or myself, you'll be sure to send one of the recognizable faces from the company. Otherwise, my interrogation sessions are over. Please see yourself to the door.

Joey looks at Mark, as though to begin to say something. Mark turns his head and grabs the phone from his desk, and quickly pressing line one. Joey watches as Sommers places the phone to his ear, and looks back at him. Dejectedly, Clemens grabs his briefcase, stands, and places his notebook in the leather binder as he walks out of the office.