Hello dear reader :) Machu's back with another wrestling fanfic. And this one has been fun to writ :D You must've gotten the gist from the summary about the story, believe me it's only the beginning XD Well I was planing to do a one-shot around it but because of school, some conflicts and general lethargy I decided to make it into a multi chapter fic (bangs head against desk fr not completing my other multi chapter fic, let aloe update it lol)

So enough banter. Enjoy this funny fanfic around poor Kane xd and I don't own the WWE (so sad...)

On with the fic!

It was a special day at the Mayor's office with the Government workers buzzing around. The office was unusually busier that day as it was the inauguration of the new Mayor's period in office. So everyone wanted to make the best first impression to the newly elected Mayor and was in their best behavior.

All, except the Mayor himself…

Who happened to lose his pants…

"Where the fuck are they?!" A gravelly growl emanated from the Mayor's office as the new Mayor paced back and forth around the room, in his suit and tie and his underpants, even his socks and shoes were on, but no pants. His patience was running thin and he was going into one of his demonic fits should his pants be not found sooner.

"Somebody took my fucking pants!" He bawled perturbed as his secretary walked in to his office.

"Is everything alrigh- KANE!" He let out aghast, as if he'd seen a ghost. Well, Kane was kind of a dead ringer to a bulky monster anyways.

"Daniel, somebody stole my fucking pants!" He reiterated, as he stood in front of his personal secretary Daniel Bryan, full frontal.

"Kane, where are your pants?" Daniel obviously questioned the obvious, to which he received a glower from the newly elected Mayor.

"That is what I'm trying to find out myself, you nitwit!" Kane replied smoldering.

"Where did you lose it?" Daniel asked bewildered.

"I just went to the bathroom a couple'a minutes ago, and when I came back, my pants were gone!" He explained his plight, which really made no sense to Bryan.

"Wait, so you went to the bathroom without your pants?" He asked bewildered. "Who does that?"

"Doesn't matter!" Kane immediately shot down the lingering question, "Somebody, help me find my pants!" He once again bawled for help, which prompted the Knoxville senator to summon himself, who just so happened to be Kane's former boss.

"What's all the hoopla about your pants?" He entered into Kane's office before literally yelping at the "hoopla" in-question.

"Where the fuck are your pants, Kane?!" He bewilderedly asked, tying to construe the entire situation.

"Does it look like I'm the guy who hides his pants and likes his co-workers to find them?" He asked, peeved as he waved his arms in the air.

"Kane lost his pants while he went to the bathroom, without them." Daniel Bryan tried to explain the situation to him.

"Do you know where my pants are, Hunter?" Kane asked, or rather insisted.
"How do I know?" Hunter (Triple H) replied shrugging. "Besides, you're the Mayor! You're supposed to be descent!" He lambasted the bulky Mayor, whose anger was now reaching its pinnacle, which was anything but that. Kane immediately marched out of his office and into the main lobby.

"I AM THE MAYOR OF KNOXVILLE, TENNESSEE! AND I DEMAND THAT YOU FIND MY PANTS! OR I'LL FIRE ALL OF YOU!" Kane finally let his steam out, and when he did, oh boy was a sight to witness – office workers, ministers, legal advisors, clerks, the cleaning crew, the receptionist as well as the rest of the staff saw Kane's demand for his petition for his pantaloon, whilst the Big Red Machine stood profoundly in his BVDs.

Instantly the men felt intimidated from the sinewy and bulky legs, which would definitely put on a hell of a lot of pressure if executing wrapped around someone. Whilst the descent distaffs and the debauched dames tried to avoid and peek at his "big red machine".

"WHERE ARE MY PANTS?!"
"You idiotic son of a bitch," His ears picked up a distant drawl, "You left them in my office."

Kane turned sideways to see his elder brother; the Undertaker who came with Kane's lost Levi's.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot." Kane sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. At that moment almost everyone in the room rolled their eyes.
"You and your short-term memory." Taker sneered as he gave Kane his pants.

"Well it's not my fault, besides, I'm the Mayor and I have to deal with a lot of stress. And you know…"

"You know what?" The elder brother asked, crossing his arms around his chest.

"I tend to forget under pressure." Kane explained innocently, fiddling with his fingers.

"Just get back into your office Kane," Undertaker, the head of the police department instructed his younger brother, "You got a lot of paper work to do. I'll get some tea for you." He relieved him, almost instantly getting rid of Kane's former somber mood.

"Thanks, Taker." Kane nodded as he went into his office, leaving everyone else flummoxed at what had transpired.

"Uhh…" Daniel was especially left fathoming the situation.

"Just get back to work, please." Taker huffed before going elsewhere.

"Well that was weird." Daniel said under his breath.
"Alright folks, you heard the man! Get back to work!" Triple H, ever the dictator relegated Taker's orders to the congregated crowd, which promptly obliged.

Soon things got back to normal and it was time for Kane to officially start his duties for the day, but since the beginning of the day was that embarrassing, it was a winning bet that the rest of the day also impended doom for the Demon Kane.

Doom involving damsels…

Well that was quite the ride X3 Chapter two's only going to get crazier XD I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'll see you next time hopefully with the next stupidity fueled chapter lol

Reviews pwease? :3

~Machu