Estelle was not a happy woman. How could her boy…her baby boy…behave in such a manner?!? She intended to find out what was running through her son’s mind, and she intended to find out NOW.
She got out of the cab, hauling her suitcase out of the trunk. She paid the cab driver, and stormed up to the crowded arena. She stopped at the security checkpoint, and raised an eyebrow.

“Ma’am, do you have a special pass to be back here tonight?” the security guard asked.

“If you don’t lemme through, I’m gonna take a chunk outta yer hide, boy!!” she snapped.

The security guard blinked at her for a few seconds. He immediately saw the family resemblance, and mumbled an apology, red faced, as he let her through.

She went into the back entrance of the arena, and started to stalk through the hallways. She got stares and whispers as she passed, but she didn’t care. She was going to find her son.

After getting directions from a thoroughly amused blonde man with a huge nose, she went directly to the cafeteria, and stood at the door. She took a deep breath, and bellowed.

“MARCUS LUCAS CALAWAY, YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!!!!”

The entire crowded cafeteria went dead silent, and the man in question widened his eyes in shock.

“Ma, what are ya doin’ here?” Mark asked, standing to his full height and going over to her.

“Never you mind what I’m doing here!!” She snapped. “I fully intend to find out what’s going through your head!!” She reached up and grabbed his ear, yanking it down and twisting, dragging him to a chair. “You are going to find that nice young girl and apologize right this minute!!”

“Ow…Ma…ow, fuck, that hurts…Ma, quit it…” He got thrown in a chair, and his mother thwacked him hard in the back of the head. “OW!!!”

“That’s for saying that word, Marcus!!”

“Ma, calm down and explain to me: What are ya talkin’ about?!”

She didn’t have to start up again, because the young girl in question walked in, the big nosed man’s arm around her shoulder. Estelle went right up to her, and started in on her.

“Oh, dearie, are you all right?! My son didn’t traumatize you too much, did he?? Oh, I’m so sorry, he’s usually such a good boy…”

Mark made a mental note to kill all the assholes who were currently snickering behind his back at the moment. And it was a pretty big list.

“Um…Ma’am…are you feeling all right”, the girl asked delicately.

Estelle waved her off. “I’m fine, dear.” She puffed up in indignation. “Imagine, my son stringing you up to that cross like that!! You must have been scared to death!!”

“Uh…Ma…” Mark coughed.

“Don’t you ‘Uh, Ma’ me, young man!! I may be old, but I’m still young enough to drag you to the woodshed for a damned good hide whuppin!!”

“Where’s J.R. when you need him?” Glen muttered from the corner.

Estelle rounded on him. “What was that?! If yer gonna say somethin’, speak up, son!!”

“Nothin”, Glen muttered, flushing.

Estelle turned back to Mark, and grabbed him by the ear again, dragging him over to where the young girl and the big nosed man were. “Now, I will not let you leave this spot until you apologize right now!!”

“Aw, Hell…” Mark said, grimacing when his mother twisted on his ear again.

“What have I told ya about using that language?!” Estelle barked.

“Not to”, Mark sighed.

“Good”, Estelle said, nodding. “Now, you will apologize right now.”

“Paul. Steph”, he said, nodding to each, coughing a bit.

“Mark”, Stephanie said, trying so hard not to giggle.

“I’m uh…sorry I…uh…strung ya up”, he muttered.

“Apology accepted”, Stephanie said, trying hard to keep her straight face.

Meanwhile, Paul was eating it up. It was not every day that Taker was humbled as he was right now. “Ma’am, he did beat me up an awful lot…”

Estelle narrowed her eyes at her son. “Is this true?!”

“Ma, you don’t understand…” Mark said through gritted teeth.

Paul nodded enthusiastically. “He gave me a big bump on my head, right here!!” he replied, pointing to a spot on his forehead.

“Oh, you poor dear”, Estelle crooned, letting her son’s ear go and guiding him and Stephanie to a seat. “I’ll fix you some hot cocoa.”

Stephanie was giggling into her husband’s chest.

“I hope my son’s apology helps you cope, dearie”, Estelle said.

Stephanie had the good grace to pretend to sniffle. “I’ll heal”, she said, burying her face in her husband’s chest to giggle again.

Just then one Vincent Kennedy McMahon walked in. Upon seeing all the shocked faces, he looked at the source of the shock.

Right then, Mark saw his opportunity. He was tired of getting jerked around on this title thing, so he grinned evilly at Vince from behind his mother’s back. The sweeter part was that Vince would always scoff and tell him that ‘His mother can’t be all THAT bad!!’ So, he decided to prove him wrong.

“Ma, I’m sorry fer doin’ all them things”, Mark said, looking shamefaced. Inwardly though, he was grinning. He wasn’t a master of deception for nothing, after all. “But, if ya want the one responsible for it all, it’s him.” His massive arm lifted, his finger pointing directly at Vince. “He’s the one who told me ta do it all. And since he’s m’boss, I gotta do what he says.”

Estelle, puffed up in great fury, rounded on Vince. “It was YOU who told my son to do all those horrible things?!?” she roared.

“Listen, woman, I don’t know who you are, but I am Vincent Kennedy McMahon, and what I say goes around here”, Vince said, folding his arms.

“From what I’m seein’ right now, yer nothin’ but a great windbag”, Estelle said, folding her own arms. “I seen what ya’ve been doin’, with all them little jailbaits around here…I hope yer wife takes ya for everything ya’ve got!! Besides, I don’t see what she saw in ya in the first place…Heartthrob you are not!!”

Vince, not used to having a woman talk to him this way, deflated, gaping at her.

“I hope she runs off with one of them nice pieces o’tail that are ‘round here…maybe that nice young Cena boy. He’s a real looker.”

Mark buried his face in his palm, groaning. He loved his mother very much, but she could just be so…so…unbearable at times.

Upon seeing the young man in queston, Estelle rolled her eyes, and grabbed the hat off his head, shoving it into his chest. “Take off yer hat when yer inside, boy, have ya got no manners?! And pull yer damned pants up, ya look ridiculous!!”

Cena just gaped at her, sputtering. “Uh…phfff…yes, Ma’am”, he said weakly.

Estelle walked up to her suitcase, and calmly set it on the table, opening it, getting out a rather familiar piece of equipment. She weighed it in her hands, looking at Vince evenly.

“Now, we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way”, Estelle said coolly.

Vince continued to gape at her. “You can’t be serious”, he breathed incredulously.

He got a slap to the back of his head for his trouble.

“Don’t ya be givin’ me any of that backtalk, boy!!”

There was a voice that was stage whispering in the silence.

“Now we know where he gets it from”, Randy whispered.

Estelle rounded on the voice, pointing at the offending young man. “You’ll be next if ya don’t shut yer piehole.”

Randy snapped his mouth shut, having learned his lesson from last time.

Estelle turned back to Vince, balancing the worn old paddle in her hands. “Now, are ya gonna be a good boy and take yer medicine?”

Vince, flabbergasted, sputtered, not knowing what to say. He was saved from responding by two people who ‘helped’ him get into position.

Estelle smiled sweetly at the two men: a dark skinned man with a bald head, and a young white man with a gap in his two front teeth. “Thank you, gentleman”, she said politely.

“Yer welcome, Madam”, the gap toothed one said, his Irish accent pronounced. “Got ‘im, Lashley?”

“Yep”, Lashley said cheerfully. “Go on Ma’am.”

And so it began. Estelle gave Vince a good forty hard thwacks with the paddle. What was more humiliating for Vince was the fact that not only was a backstage camera running, but many people had ran and got others to come and watch the spectacle. Even J.R., not about to forget not only having his head shoved up the Chairman’s ass, but other things too, came to watch, having his trusty camcorder.

“I’m puttin’ this in a place of honor in my DVD collection”, J.R. said amusedly.

“YOUTUBE!!” Cena cheered, having is own video phone.

The forty thwacks over with, she cricked her neck. “There, now that’s done”, she said almost conversationally.

Vince stood, humiliated and numbly sore, rubbing his behind, mumbling incoherently as he slunk out of the cafeteria.

“Now…” Estelle said, turning slowly to her son, “There’s just one more person I gotta punish.”

Mark actually paled. “Ma, I already apologized…”

“Now, son, ya know what happens when ya misbehave” Estelle said, brandishing the paddle.

Mark stood to his full height. “I’m not ten years old no more, Ma”, he said. “I’m a damned adult now, and I ain’t gonna letcha paddle me.”

Estelle raised her eyebrow. “Is that so?” she asked.

“Yea, that’s so”, Mark said, folding his arms.

Estelle looked to Lashley and Finlay. “Gentlemen, if you please.”

They both grinned and descended on Mark. It took them two, Paul, Cena, and Randy to pin him down. Estelle even got Stephanie to sit on Mark’s back to prevent him from moving.

And so it began again. This time, he got a good fifty whacks. J.R. was still filming, as he was still sore that it was the big man who shoved his face up Vince’s ass.

After it was finished, Mark, grumbling, rubbed his sore behind. He groaned when his mother shoved him into a chair, then turned to Paul. “I’ll fix you that hot cocoa now”, she said sweetly.

“Thank you very much, Ma’am”, Paul said, pretending to sniffle. “Some hot cocoa would be great.” When Estelle bustled off, everybody started to laugh their asses off.

“Oh, that was great”, Cena said, wiping his eyes. “I’ll treasure that moment forever.”

Estelle finally came back with said hot cocoa, and set it in front of Paul. “There you are dear”, she said, sitting in a chair. She then looked at Mark expectantly. “Don’t just sit there, boy!! Can’t ya see yer momma needs somethin’ to drink?!”

With a long suffering sigh, he got up and got her something to drink, coming back, and setting it down in front of her, sitting gingerly. “There ya are, ma”, he sighed.

“Such a good boy”, she said, taking a sip of her drink and patting his knee.

“Ma, we gotta talk”, Mark sighed.

“About what, Marcus?” she asked.

Mark began to talk. He told her exactly how things worked around here, and exactly how it was done. By the time Mark was done, Estelle’s eyes were wide as saucers.

“Ya mean…” Estelle said weakly.

Mark nodded. “Yea.”

“Oh dear…” Estelle said, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Ya don’t have to worry though, Ma’am”, J.R. said jovially. “Vince has had that comin’ for a long time.”

“And that man…that’s your daddy?” Estelle asked Stephanie, looking horrified.

Stephanie nodded. “Yep”, she giggled. “Wait ‘til I tell Mom. She’s going to love it.”

Then, Estelle rounded on Paul, scowling. “And you, deceiving an old woman!! Ya should be ashamed of yerself!!”

Paul flushed. “Sorry, Ma’am”, he mumbled, making his wife giggle.

“Oh dear, I’ve made ya look a fool, didn’t I?” Estelle said sadly.

Mark kissed his mother’s forehead. “Don’t ya worry on it, Ma”, he said softly. “I’ll make sure these young’uns learn their place.” He glared at Orton, Finlay, Cena, Levesque, and Lashley, promising all sorts of painful consequences.

“That’s my boy”, Estelle said, as her son hugged her against him.