Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.
Content/Trigger Warnings: None. Just fluff and an attempt at comedy.

NOTE: I have never done a Haunted House before, so bear with me. I hope I did this correctly.

Haunted House

"I don't know about this," you said, taking Randy Orton's large hand. "I've never been in a haunted house before, Randy."

"Oh, come on, Y/N," Randy coaxed, his bright blue eyes flashing. "It'll be fun. Besides, you can't go to a Halloween carnival without visiting the haunted house."

You were both dressed up for Halloween as Han Solo and Princess Leia from the Return of the Jedi. Your costume was complete with the golden bikini and a super long clip in braid.

"Yeah but they say this house is actually haunted," you argued. "Like, for real. That's like deciding to pay the Amityville house a visit! Are you crazy?"

Randy chuckled, and brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it softly. "Why so scared? I'll protect you."

"I don't doubt you'd try," you replied, "But how are you going to protect me from a ghost, or worse, a poltergeist?"

He chuckled again and led you up the walkway toward the house. "It'll be fine. If it gets too bad, we'll find the nearest emergency exit and leave. Deal?"

You nodded reluctantly, "O-okay."

You went through the, what used to be, white gate of the picket fence which framed the large yard and walked toward the front door. A small group of teenage girls were behind you, already giggling hysterically.

"Somehow, I think if we're stuck in front of them the whole time, I'm gonna be ready to climb the walls before this is over," you remarked, with a roll of your eyes.

"Don't worry, they'll be more quiet when they get scared," Randy chuckled deviously. "And I can always scare them worse than this house would."

You nodded your agreement with a soft hum of approval.

He was telling the truth. Randy was an insanely attractive man, but he could definitely turn into a scary lunatic when he wanted to–usually when he was wrestling or filming a segment for the WWE.

You stepped up to the first step of the porch, and–

"ROAAAR!" A Freddy Krueger leapt out from behind the open front door.

At the same time, you jumped out of your skin and your hand shot to your chest as the teenagers squealed, and Randy laughed aloud.

"This is gonna be fun," he exclaimed.

"If you say so," you said under your breath.

You both stepped into the house, followed by the annoying teenage girls, and you were already cringing when a goblin flew by your face, shrieking in laughter, it's ragged clothing brushing across your cheek.

"It's just a bunch of jump-scares," you griped to Randy. "Can't we just forget about this?"

"Once you enter, you don't exit," came the killer's voice from the Scream films. Right behind you. You turned and immediately screamed at seeing Ghostface run at you.

"How the heck did he hear me," you demanded. "I wasn't talking that loud. Randy, this is freaky."

"Relax, babe, it's just part of the show," Randy said, leading you forward. "I won't let anything touch you."

"Okay," you agreed reluctantly, letting him take your hand and lead you further into the house.

You both turned down a hallway and immediately heard a door slam in the near distance followed by a woman's scream. You couldn't decide if it was sound effects or if the "for real" haunted house was beginning to show its true colors.

That thought nearly sent you into a panic.

"Randy, I really want out of here. Please."

"Okay, baby, we can leave," Randy said, turning you toward the way you'd just come. He affectionately squeezed your shoulders. "We'll go back out the front door since we already know what is lurking there."

You nodded as he led you, and you immediately felt bad. "I'm sorry. I know you wanted to do this."

"No worries, babe. It's not a big deal. I just thought since you'd never been to one that it'd be fun for you. If it's scaring you that bad I don't want you to do it either."

"Sir," an authoritative voice said from behind the two of you. You turned and saw that "Freddy Krueger" was acting as hall monitor, so to speak. "Sir, you're not allowed to leave back through the front door. I'm afraid you have to go through the remaining haunted house to get to the actual exit.

"Please," you started. "I'm freaked out and I just want out of here."

"There's only a couple of hallways to get through ma`am."

It was surreal for Freddy Krueger to be speaking so politely to you. But polite or not you wanted out of this house and you wanted out now.

"I don't care. I'm not going and you can't make me," you said feeling childish, but nonetheless justified.

"Ma`am…"

"Look, Freddy," Randy started sarcastically, popping his knuckles and clearly losing his patience. "We're going out the front door. If you don't like that, I don't think there's a lot you can do about it."

"I can stop you from going through the door."

Freddy was getting pretty snarky.

"And I can slap the taste out of your pizza-faced mouth," you said in retaliation.

"Now listen," Freddy started, pointing his finger blade at you. "I-"

"Don't you dare point that blade at me," you cried indignantly. You let loose and slapped him across the face.

"HEY!" Freddy was suddenly angry and latched onto your arm with his gloved hand.

"OW," You cried, as the metal of the glove dug into your skin. The blades were thankfully dulled down to where it didn't actually cut you, but it still hurt.

"Okay, that's it," Randy said a second before driving his fist into Freddy's face.

Freddy was down for the count.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Randy said, taking your hand and heading for the front door.

You both hurried through the door and were instantly out in the cool night air.

"Thank you, baby," you said softly as you walked away from the house and headed out of the carnival toward Randy's car.

"No one's gonna put their hands on you on my watch," he said, as he walked you to the passenger's side of the large SUV. "No one."

He opened the door for you and helped you into the seat, before gently closing the door again. Then he was jogging around to the driver's side and getting in himself.

"I love you, Randy."

He looked over at you and smiled. "I love you too." His dimples appeared then. "In fact I was going to do this after the haunted house, but Freddy screwed it up," he chuckled, pulling a velvet box out of his costume's pocket. He opened the box to reveal a diamond ring. "Y/N… Would you marry me?"

"Oh my God, Randy! Yes!" You squealed the words and latched onto him kissing him passionately. "Yes," you said again, as he placed the ring on your finger.

"I'm glad." He said, reaching over and kissing you softly. "You've just made me the happiest man on earth." He started the car as you admired your ring.

"And you've made me the happiest woman on earth," you replied, gazing at him.

"Let's go home and celebrate," he said with a wink.

THE END