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"We have a problem-o." 'John' mimicked an Italian accent, opening the door wide enough for his friend to enter.

"What's up -" 'Alfonso' paused, shock taking over his expressions. "Holy s..."

"What are you stood their gawping at? HURRY UP AND GET ME OUT OF HERE!" the rather large, African-American woman yelled at the top of her voice, much to the annoyance of the men before her; she was trapped in the window, trying to get in secretly to avoid Vince's special assistant.

"Don't yell!" 'John' whispered, covering the ladies mouth with his hand. "I told you, this is top secret, you have to be in and out of here within the next hour and a bit, got it?"

Her eyes like daggers, she bit 'John's' hand, determined not to be dictated to. "I know that, just get me out of this damn window!"

"How do you suggest we do that, Mama?" the taller man quizzed, folding his arms across his chest, spying 'John's' pained expression from his wound. "We grease you up?"

"No need for sarcasm." 'John' spoke, trying to bring sanity back to the proceedings and feeling back into his hand. "If we push you out of the window, you go back down the way you came then come in the front door..."

"How do you suggest we do that, Einstein, Coach is sat in their." 'Alfonso' pointed lazily to the door.

Hearing all of the commotion, Coachman became curious as to what was taking place in his kitchen. Getting up from his seat, he knocked on the door, eager for an answer. "Uh, how are you guys getting on in there?"

"Fine." The Italian Impostors spoke in unison, continuing to push the woman out of the window in case he entered.

"I can't smell much cooking at the moment..." Jonathan interjected.

"Ugh, you will do in a few moment-os." 'John' shouted, Mama finally popping out of the window pane, managing to get her footing on the less than sturdy, emergency escape ladder, that was barely strong enough to hold her weight.

"Ok, can't wait to try your cooking!" Coach shrugged, retaking his seat on the crème sofa.

"Now what do you suggest we do?" the older man questioned, becoming a little agitated.

"I have an idea." 'Alfonso' spoke. "You get Mama Benjamin in here through the front door and I'll take Coach to get cleaned up."

"Cleaned up?"

"Yeah, I spilt wine all down him!"

"Ok, only if you're sure." 'John' agreed reluctantly, muttering instructions to a paler appearing Mama as 'Alfonso' sneaked his way into the living quarters again.

"Er, Coachman," he spoke.

"What now?" Jonathan asked, becoming a little exasperated with the lack of work seeming to be done.

"You're a right-a that shirt looks terrible. C'mon, lets go get you cleaned up." 'Alfonso' urged, grabbing him by the arm and leading him through another door, Coachman not having time to argue.

Opening the door only slightly, 'John' made sure the coast was clear. Tip toeing over to the door, he opened it finding a rather nerved Mrs. Benjamin.

"Shawn, that wasn't a good idea..."

"Don't call me Shawn!" he interrupted, closing the door quietly behind her, tip toeing into the room. "Remember, while you're here, I'm John and Hunter is Alfonso, got it?" he told, hurrying her into the kitchen.

"John?" Mama screwed up her plump face. "That isn't a very Italian name?"

"Neither is Mama!" he hastened, washing his hands once again before getting prepared to help Shelton Benjamin's Mother.

Ever since the day she met Shawn, Mama fell madly in love with the Heartbreak Kid, the day that her and her offspring we left stuck in a haunted house with D Generation X and other members of the WWE...

Flashback: 'Things That Go Bump In The Night'

Carlito, Randy Orton, Shelton and Mama had followed both DX and Kurt Angle to the house, hoping that they were leading them to a hotel. When they weren't - and they were forced to share a bed - things nearly went a little wrong for HBK...

"Looks like it's us seven then!" Carlito confirmed.

"You don't mind...do you Shawn?" Mama Benjamin purred, bounding onto the bed, hovering close to Shawn's face as she twirled some of his long, golden locks around her pinky finger.

"Ummm, no, Mrs Benjamin."

"That's good!" she chuckled. "Now, you three out of bed, Mama needs to get warm!"

And with that, Shawn, Kurt and Triple H had been relegated to the floor.

"Except for you HBK. You can keep me warm!" Mama flirted.

"Ummm, maybe later!" Shawn indecisively spoke, his eyes on stalks.

End of Flashback.

Secretly - or not so to her son - she was obsessed with the Icon, now, tuning into every Raw episode just to get a glimpse of that unobtainable soul. Now, he was stood before her, in the flesh. Sure, he was in one of the worst disguises she has ever seen but she wanted to help him. Maybe, just maybe, he would like her more then?

"Ok, sweetie, we haven't got time to lose." She spoke, picking up random cookery objects from her over sized, suede bag. "If I've gotta be out of here in an hour."

"Yep, I'm afraid so." the Showstoppa' replied politely, realising as soon as the words left his mouth that he had said exactly the wrong thing...

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Meanwhile, 'Alfonso' had managed to help Coach pick out a brand new, bright white shirt to accompany his dark suit. Re-sitting him down, he offered him some more wine, to which he accepted and made his way back into the kitchen.

"You took your time, didn't you?" Shawn asked ironically, sprinkling tiny pieces of freshly cut bacon into a pan along with Brussel sprouts and spring onions and a hint of garlic.

"Sorry but, I uh, knew you two would be just fine on your own." Triple H cheekily said, receiving an evil glare from his best friend as Mama blushed - quite a lot.

"Well, yes, come on Hunter, we need your hands too!" she added, continuing with her business, handing the Game a peeler and some potatoes.

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An hour of cooking - and burning - later, the trio had nearly completed their meal. Drying the final pot, Shawn peeked out of the window - and was not happy at the view; a stretched, shiny limousine with a pumped up, aging man being chauffeur driven.

"Oh gosh, guys, Vince is here!"

"Shit...come on, put all this crap away!" the King of Kings quickened, the two men eyeing Mama Benjamin up and down.

"You need to get out of here...now!" Shawn cried, helping her with her coat and passing her her rather large handbag. "Thanks for everything. I swear I'll make it up for you!" the Heartbreak Kid spoke, kissing Mama lightly on the cheek, helping her out of the window once Vince and his posse had made their way into the building, trying to hide their cover for as long as possible.

"I'll hold you to that!" Mama winked, her white smile shining brightly in the tense situation, making Shawn cringe and Hunter splutter.

But what would Vince make of their cooking?

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Next time in 'Now, That Is What I Call Stuffing The Turkey!'...

Is the cooking up to McMahon standards? Have D Generation X been rumbled?

Check back for more, soon!