A/N: As per request of chikipedia. I don't know too much about Kane so I actually had to turn to Wikipedia to look up information about him. O.o Hope you enjoy.

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As Danielle was grabbing for the next form she needed, red smoke seemed to start to fill up the room. "Oh God, please tell me the Ortonmeister isn't coming back," was the first thought that ran through her head. Instead in walked this giant hulk of a man who did not seem happy that he had to see her. Not happy at all.

"Kane?" Danielle asked, almost hiding under her desk. If she thought Umaga was huge, this guy was massive.

As he was walking towards her, a loud clop was heard. Then a string of curse words that she wouldn't have been able to repeat even if she would have known them all.

"Why the hell are the stupid floors around here like that?" he said as he picked his foot out from the floor. Somehow he had apparantly gone through the floor with his foot.

"Does that happen often?"

"At least once a week. Damnit, and I had just cleaned these boots."

"Maybe a bit of club soda can take it out."

"That usually works on the uniform but maybe it will clean the boots as well."

"Or you could always put a bit of shoe polish and just kind of polish over it."

Kane nodded his head and lifted his boot up to look at. "Shoe polish should work well."

"So do you know why you are here?"

"Because of back taxes?"

"No not really. Mr. McMahon just wants me to check on everyone and make sure they haven't gone off the deep end."

"Did you check on that Edge guy? I think he might have gone off a while ago. Probably has something to do with that hair cut."

"Oh yeah he's off the deep side."

Uncomfortable silence filled the room. Then the room had red smoke appear in it again.

"Sorry about that, I can't resist. Red just seems to have so much of a meaning to it. Reminds me of the fire back when I was younger."

"Fire?"

"Yeah...the good ol' days when people would just randomly burn down things for fun. You ever did that?"

"I don't think I ever did."

"Then when it would burn you could hear the people screaming for help but you wouldn't help them even though they were screaming and you could only just stare off into the sunset while you drank whatever drink you happened to have on you at the time. Yep, that was the good life."

Danielle appeared mortified.

"But don't worry. I haven't done that in what - two weeks? Broke my old record."

"Okay there...it says here that you have a half brother who also wrestles."

"Undertaker. I need to burn him again."

"Again!"

"Yeah I tried it a few times but every time he keeps coming back. Reminds me of a cockroach. I hate cockroaches too. I burn those."

"What do you not burn?"

"Good question."

"Okay well to switch questions, you were a dentist first when you appeared in the WWE. What was that like?"

"I didn't get to burn anyone for a while. I missed burning people."

"Um..."

"Can I burn this chair?"

"What?"

"Yeah can I burn this chair? It just reminds me of that chair I burned a few weeks ago. It would just help me solve my problems." Before she could reply, the chair was already engulfed in flames.

"You might be a bit of a pyromaniac Kane."

"A bit. But do I pass because I need to go back out there and burn something - probably Edge."

"Well Edge was a bit rude by putting his feet on here so I can only assume he was rude to you as well. Okay then, you pass." She handed him the paper.

"Can I-"

"No, don't burn the paper. Give it to Mr. McMahon."

His face dropped. He really had wanted to burn the paper. Red smoke filled the door as he walked out, carefully avoiding the hole he had made earlier.