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D-Generation X in The Haunted Mansion

The Heartbreak Kid and The Game in a spooky situation.

SHAWN MICHAELS: (whistles in amazement) "Would you look at that, man? That place is giving me major Joel Rathbone mansion vibes!"

TRIPLE H: "You're not kidding, Shawn. It's like we stepped into one of those spooky movies they show on the WWE Network during Halloween."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "You know, the ones where the wrestler thinks he's tough until he meets a real-life monster?"

TRIPLE H: "Yeah, those. But we're not here to wrestle, we're here to check out The Haunted Mansion!"

SHAWN MICHAELS: "Alright, let's do it. But remember, no cheap shots or hiding behind gravestones, okay?"

TRIPLE H: "Scared, Shawn?"

SHAWN MICHAELS: "Not a chance, Hunter. But I've got a feeling this isn't going to be your typical 'Doink the Clown' level of spooky."

TRIPLE H: "Bring it on, Shawn. I've faced the Undertaker, I can handle a couple of ghosts!"

They both chuckle as they walk up the pathway, the grandeur of the mansion looming over them, casting eerie shadows across the manicured lawn. The ornate details of the Gothic Revival Pointed-style villa, reminiscent of A.J. Davis's design, stand out against the backdrop of the Magic Kingdom.

SHAWN MICHAELS: (swallows hard) "Okay, so the birdbath's a no-go for a splash. What's the deal with the carriage?"

TRIPLE H: "Looks like we've got some invisible horseman action going on. Maybe we'll get our own carriage ride later."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. And what's with the family portrait?"

TRIPLE H: (nods at the busts) "I think we're about to find out. The plot's thickening."

The mysterious music stops abruptly as they approach the gate, and the words on Prudence Pock's tomb seem to shiver before vanishing. The door creaks open, and a gust of chilly air greets them, beckoning them into the servant's entrance of the mansion.

SHAWN MICHAELS: "Well, this is definitely not the VIP entrance."

TRIPLE H: (smirks) "But it's definitely got the VIP level of creepiness."

As they step inside, the door slams shut behind them with a resounding thud.

SHAWN MICHAELS: (looks around nervously) "So, what do you think, should we split up and look for the ghosts or stick together?"

TRIPLE H: "Let's stick together. Safety in numbers, right?"

SHAWN MICHAELS: "Good call. This place is giving me the heebie-jeebies."

TRIPLE H: (glances up at the portrait) "Who's this dashing fellow?"

SHAWN MICHAELS: "I don't know, but he's got that 'haunted mansion' vibe down pat."

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): "When hinges creak in doorless chambers. When strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls. Whenever candlelights flicker when the air is deathly still… That is the time when ghosts are present, practicing their terror with ghoulish delight."

While this is being said, the picture above the fireplace starts transforming Dorian Gray-style from that of a handsome young man, to that of a rotting corpse. Once the picture's transformation is complete, one of the walls opens up next to the picture, revealing an octagonal room.

SHAWN MICHAELS: (startled) "Did you see that, Hunter? The portrait changed!"

TRIPLE H: "Yeah, I caught that. It's like he's aging before our eyes—and not in the good 'HBK' kind of way."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "That's not right. Who said that spooky stuff?"

We enter this octagonal room from the Foyer. Four paintings (A bearded gentleman holding a document, A pretty young lady holding a parasol, An old woman holding a rose and A man in a bowler hat) flanked by candle-wielding gargoyles, hang from the walls in this chamber.

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): "Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion. I am your host, your Ghost Host. Our tour begins here in this gallery. Here, where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state. Kindly step all the way in please, and make room for everyone. There’s no turning back now."

The doors we enter slam shut, The room begins to stretch upwards, the paintings on the walls elongating with it to reveal a comically gruesome end for each subject:

The bearded gentleman holding a document is revealed to be wearing only his undergarments from the waist down and standing atop a lit keg of dynamite.

The pretty young lady holding a parasol is revealed to be balancing on a fraying tightrope above the gaping jaws of an alligator.

The old woman holding a rose is revealed to be sitting atop a tall gravestone, at the bottom of which is a stone bust of her husband George with a hatchet embedded in his head.

The man in a bowler hat is revealed to be sitting on the shoulders of another man who sits on the shoulders of a third man who is waist deep in quicksand.

SHAWN MICHAELS: (laughs nervously) "Well, that's one way to keep the guestbook interesting."

TRIPLE H: "I don't think 'corruptible, mortal state' means what he thinks it means."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "Looks like we're stuck with the worst seats in the house, buddy."

TRIPLE H: (smirks) "More like the hot seat. Let's not stick around to see if they're hiring for a tag-team match."

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): "Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination — hmm? And consider this dismaying observation, This chamber has no windows and no doors… which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out!"

The Ghost Host laughs as our focus is on the ceiling.

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): Of course, there's always my way.

The lights go out and lightning flashes above. The ceiling vanishes and gives a view of the mansion's cupola, where the skeletal corpse of the Ghost Host sways from a noose tied to the rafters. After a few seconds, the room becomes pitch black and a dreadful scream is heard, followed by the sound of bones shattering. Just as suddenly as it had begun, the horror ended, and the lights flickered back on. They blinked in the sudden brightness, their eyes adjusting to find that the skeletal corpse was gone, and in its place, a wall had slid open, revealing a hidden passage.

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): "Oh, I didn’t mean to frighten you prematurely. The real chills come later. Now, as they say, ‘look alive,’ and we’ll continue our little tour. And let’s all stay together, please."

SHAWN MICHAELS: (swallows hard) "Okay, that was… intense. Did you see that?"

TRIPLE H: (nods) "Yeah, I think we've got our exit strategy."

They cautiously step forward, into the now open passage. The air is colder, the walls lined with dusty cobwebs. The smell of ancient decay fills their nostrils as they proceed.

SHAWN MICHAELS: "You know, I've faced a lot in the ring, but this… this is something else."

TRIPLE H: "Just think of it as a new kind of steel cage match, Shawn. But with less steel, more dust."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "And hopefully less jump scares."

We continue onward down a long hallway, leading to a short queue that is used to board the Doom Buggies.

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): "And now, a carriage approaches to carry you into the boundless realm of the supernatural. Once on board, remain safely seated with your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside. And watch your children, please."

The two Superstars board their Doom Buggy.

SHAWN MICHAELS: (swallows) "Alright, this is it. Time to hop in and face whatever this 'Doom Buggy' has in store for us."

TRIPLE H: "After all those TLC matches, I've learned to expect the unexpected."

They both sit down in their designated Doom Buggy, the ride vehicle that would take them through the heart of the Haunted Mansion. The buggy starts to move on its own accord, guiding them through the darkened halls of the mansion.

TRIPLE H: (firmly gripping the safety bar) "Remember, Shawn, no hitting the ghosts. They're just doing their job."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "No promises, but I'll try to keep my Sweet Chin Music to myself."

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): "Do not pull down on the safety bar, please. I will lower it for you. And heed this warning: the spirits will materialize only if you remain quietly seated at all times."

The safety bar is lowered, locking the two Superstars in their Doom Buggy.

The Doom Buggy enters a rather steep stairwell and pass under a landing where a floating candelabra floats in the darkness. After they pass under, they enter a hallway. To the left are two windows with white sheer drapes; lightning crashes and thunders outside. To the right are four paintings: a woman in a black sheer dress reclining on a daybed, a sloop on choppy waters, a knight on a rearing horse, and a woman in a Greek temple. With each flash of lightning, the paintings become: an anthropomorphic tiger, a ghost ship in a tropical storm, a skeleton knight on a skeleton horse, and Medusa in Greek Ruins.

TRIPLE H: "Keep your eye on those paintings, Shawn. They're playing tricks on us."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "This is getting wild, man. I didn't know Disney had it in them."

TRIPLE H: "I've seen weirder things at Vince's house, but this is definitely up there."

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): "Oh yes, and no flash pictures, please. We spirits are frightfully sensitive to bright lights."

Leaving the hallway, we enter into a rectangular library, which is filled from floor-to-ceiling by shelves lined with hundreds of books. Phantom hands pull books from the shelves. An empty chair rocks gently back and forth, and a ladder slides to and fro as an unseen force searches for a good read. Among the shelves, marble busts glare at the two Superstars as we move along in the gloom.

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): “Our library is well stocked with priceless first editions, only ghost stories, of course, and marble busts of the greatest ghost writers the literary world has ever known."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "Whoa, check out those books flying around! It's like we're in a scene from 'Ghostbusters'!"

TRIPLE H: "And look at those busts, they're staring us down like we're about to jump off the top rope at them."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "I've got a feeling we're not going to find any WWE biographies here."

TRIPLE H: "Speaking of which, did you catch the title on that one? 'The Art of Haunting'? Sounds like a self-help book for heels."

Leaving the library, we enter the Music Room. In the room, our heroes find an invisible ghost playing a Rachmaninoff-style arrangement of Grim Grinning Ghosts on the piano. The ghost's shadow can be seen cast upon the floor, while a storm brews outside.

SHAWN MICHAELS: "Okay, now this is something I can get into—haunted tunes!"

TRIPLE H: "Just don't start singing 'Sexy Boy' to the ghost pianist, alright?"

The Doom Buggy glides smoothly.

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): "They have all retired here, to the Haunted Mansion. Actually, we have 999 happy haunts here. But there’s room for 1,000. Any volunteers?"

SHAWN MICHAELS: "One thousand, huh? I think we're good on that count."

TRIPLE H: "Yeah, unless they're looking for a tag-team to spice things up around here."

Next, we enter the main stairwell of the Mansion. Here in this M.C. Escher-like void the stairs go right-side up, upside-down, sideways, slantways, longways, back ways, front ways, square ways, and any other ways that you can think of. It is on these steps we see the ectoplasmic footprints of the Mansion's ghostly residents.

SHAWN MICHAELS: (looks around in amazement) "How do they even clean this place? It's like a staircase from the Twilight Zone!"

TRIPLE H: (smirks) "I bet Vince McMahon wishes our contracts were written on these stairs—we'd never find the loopholes."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "Very funny, Hunter. But seriously, these stairs are giving me vertigo."

The Doom Buggy ascends the impossible staircase, the ethereal footprints guiding them deeper into the mansion.

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): "Well, if you should decide to join us, final arrangements may be made at the end of the tour. A charming ‘ghostess’ will be on hand to take your application."

In the blackness, glowing, blinking eyes transform into the pattern on the wallpaper.

TRIPLE H: "Look at that, Shawn. The wallpaper's got more eyes on us than the crowd at WrestleMania."

SHAWN MICHAELS: (swallows hard) "Yeah, and they're not exactly giving us a warm welcome."

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): "We find it delightfully unlivable here in this ghostly retreat. Every room has wall-to-wall creeps, and hot and cold running chills."

The Doom Buggies pass a second floor passageway that seems to go on forever, lined with doors. A lone candelabra floats in midair halfway down it. Flanking the hallway entrance are a subtly-moving Suit of Armour and an armchair designed to have a "face."

SHAWN MICHAELS: (points at the floating candelabra) "Hunter, check it out. It's like they're lighting our path to…uh, I don't know, the ghostly locker room?"

TRIPLE H: "I don't think we're heading for a pep talk. More like a spooky VIP section."

The Doom Buggies continue their journey, passing through a hallway where the wallpaper comes alive with more eerie eyes, watching the two Superstars. The atmosphere is thick with anticipation, each step deeper into the mansion revealing more of the otherworldly secrets it holds.

TRIPLE H: "Shawn, this place is giving me the creeps. But I've gotta admit, it's also kind of… cool?"

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): “Shhh, listen!”

A keening sounding like a banshee is heard.

SHAWN MICHAELS: (swallows hard) "Hunter, did you hear that? What in the world was that?"

TRIPLE H: (nervously glances around) "Sounded like someone's about to drop a chair on us, but with more screaming."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "That's not funny, man. What's going on here?"

They ride past an alcove-like conservatory, the space choked with decaying and overgrown plants and vegetation. Outside the huge glass walls is a misty landscape, with only the gnarled limbs of leafless trees visible in the gloom. A raven perches on top of a stand with a withered funeral wreath, and in the center of the chamber is a coffin whose occupant is trying to get out - skeletal hands attempt to push the lid open saying "Let me out! Let me outta here!", which based on the nails sticking through the wood was meant to stay sealed.

SHAWN MICHAELS: "Seriously, what was that sound? It's like someone's in trouble!"

TRIPLE H: "It's probably just part of the show, Shawn. You know, like when we had to wrestle in the thunderstorm at SummerSlam '98."

SHAWN MICHAELS: (skeptical) "Yeah, but I've never heard anything like that in the ring, man. It's giving me chills."

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): “All our ghosts have been dying to meet you. This one can hardly contain himself. Unfortunately, they all seem to have trouble getting through."

Our Doom Buggy is then carried backward down an ominous corridor, a series of doors on either side of the car. Growls, screams, maniacal laughter and pleading voices emanate from behind them, as if something is trying to get out. Doors bend, as if they are breathing, knockers clack and rattle, and the walls are adorned with some "family portraits" of corpses.

TRIPLE H: "What's with these doors, Shawn? It's like we're in a haunted Hotel California."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "Just don't expect to check out anytime you like, Hunter. I've got a feeling this place holds onto its guests."

At the end of the hall lies a grandfather clock, with its arms spinning wildly backwards and the clock striking 13. A shadow of a clawed hand passes over the face of the clock.

TRIPLE H: "Did you catch that, Shawn?"

SHAWN MICHAELS: (swallows) "Yeah, I did. That wasn't exactly a 'hands off' signal."

We next enter the shadowy Séance Circle. The buggies travel in a circle facing a large table and high-backed chair in the center of the room (a raven perches on the back of the chair). Above this table floats a crystal ball containing the spirit of Madame Leota, chanting incantations that summon the spirits to appear.

MADAM LEOTA Leota: "Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat, call in the spirits, wherever they’re at! Rap on a table — it’s time to respond. Send us a message from somewhere beyond…

SHAWN MICHAELS: (whispers to Triple H) "I think we've found the ghostly GM's office."

TRIPLE H: "More like the 'Ghost in the Machine' if you ask me. This is getting pretty wild."

The Doom Buggy stops for a brief moment, allowing them to take in the eerie sight of the floating crystal ball and the ghostly visage of Madame Leota.

MADAM LEOTA: "Goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween: Awaken the spirits with your tambourine! Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pond: let there be music from regions beyond! Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint, by ringing a bell!"

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): "The happy haunts have received your sympathetic vibrations and are beginning to materialize. They’re assembling for a swinging wake, and they’ll be expecting me… I’ll see you all a little later."

Next, we travel along a balcony overlooking the hall. A major party is underway as a multitude of transparent spirits engage in all sorts of revelry. A long dining table covered with decayed floral arrangements and dusty silverware plays host to a birthday feast, and whenever the orange-haired birthday ghost blows out the candles on a birthday cake at the head of the table, the other ghosts seated there vanish, only to reappear when the candles light again; nearby, an old woman disappears and reappears in a rocking chair. Several haunts drift into the hall from a hearse parked in a doorway, while cloaked wraith-like phantoms fly in through the broken windows from a stormy night outside. While a number of ghosts - including the notorious Pickwick - gadabout on the chandeliers above the room, a pair of duelists emerge from their respective paintings on the far wall and take shots at each other, forever reenacting their age-old feud. The open floor whirls with waltzing couples as a ghastly organist plays Grim Grinning Ghosts on a pipe organ, where tiny spirits emerge from the pipes.

SHAWN MICHAELS: (whispers) "Hunter, did you see those dudes fighting with the candles?"

TRIPLE H: "I can't miss that, Shawn. It's like they're having a never-ending battle royale."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "And the waltzing ghosts? This is more dramatic than the Royal Rumble."

TRIPLE H: (chuckles nervously) "At least we don't have to worry about getting eliminated—yet."

The Doom Buggies continue to glide through the spectral soiree, the energy of the supernatural partygoers seemingly infecting the air around them.

SHAWN MICHAELS: "You know, this isn't so bad. It's like a backstage party after a big win, minus the free food."

TRIPLE H: "Yeah, and hopefully minus the hangover tomorrow. But we've got to keep our guard up."

Leaving the Grand Hall, we ride through a dark, dusty and cluttered attic, where the sound of a beating heart and a sinister piano rendition of "The Wedding March" can be heard. Among the brick-a-brac are several pieces of wedding paraphernalia and decor, and five different marriage paintings, depicting the same bride but with a different groom in each. As guests watch, the heads of each of the grooms disappear, only to reappear moments later. After passing the source of the music, a broken-down piano with an invisible pianist (only a shadow of a man cast on the wall and keys), we come face-to-face with the ghost of the bride, Constance Hatchaway.

CONSTANCE HATCHAWAY: “In sickness and in… wealth. You may now kiss the bride. We’ll live happily ever after. Till death do us part. Here comes the bride. As long as we both shall live. For better or for… worse. I do. I did.”

TRIPLE H: (whispers to Shawn) "Look, Shawn, it's the ultimate wedding crasher."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "Hunter, that's not funny. This is starting to feel like a real horror show, not a wrestling match."

The ghostly bride, Constance Hatchaway, glares at them, her eyes following the two men as they pass, her sinister laugh echoing through the attic.

TRIPLE H: "Let's get out of here before she decides we're next on the guest list."

SHAWN MICHAELS: (swallows) "Agreed. This place gives me the willies."

The Doom Buggy descends into the next part of the mansion.

Following leaving the Attic window, the Doombuggies move down the balcony outside the house and down a flight of stairs backwards. A raven caws at guests from a tree branch. The shapes of rising spirits can be seen everywhere.

TRIPLE H: (swallows) "Okay, Shawn, we're not in the Performance Center anymore. This is next level."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "Tell me about it, man. Those ghosts are giving me more chills than the 'Taker at WrestleMania."

Upon reaching the ground, the graveyard Caretaker can be seen with his dog, the two of them utterly petrified by the sight before them.

SHAWN MICHAELS: (whispers) "Hunter, check out the caretaker. He's more shook than when we faced The Brothers of Destruction."

TRIPLE H: (swallows hard) "Yeah, but his dog seems to be taking it in stride."

Music is all around, while playful spooks pop-up from behind their tombstones. To the left, a group of five phantoms play a flute, a horn, a bagpipe, a harp, and pound on a tombstone to create an unearthly vibe. A King and Queen balance on a see-saw while a Duchess swings from a tree branch while she drinks a cup of tea. In the very back a skeletal wolf is seen howling at the moon. On the other side of the path, five Singing Busts come into view, bearing very vividly lit, expressive faces as they sing:

♪ When the crypt doors creak ♪

♪ And the tombstones quake ♪

♪ Spooks come out for a singing wake ♪

♪ Happy haunts materialize ♪

♪ And begin to vocalize ♪

♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize ♪

♪ Now don't close your eyes ♪

♪ And don't try to hide ♪

♪ Or a silly spook may sit by your side ♪

♪ Shrouded in a daft disguise ♪

♪ They pretend to terrorize ♪

♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize ♪

♪ As the moon climbs high o'er dead oak tree ♪

♪ Spooks arrive for the midnight spree ♪

♪ Creepy creeps with eerie eyes ♪

♪ Start to shriek and harmonize ♪

♪ Grim grinning ghosts come out socialize ♪

♪ When you hear the knell of a requiem bell ♪

♪ Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell ♪

♪ Restles bones etherealize ♪

♪ Rise as spooks of every size ♪

Other ghosts materialize, gathering around a hearse and drinking tea. A Mummy sits in his sarcophagus, trying to make contact with an elderly spirit who is just too deaf to understand him. Two "Phantoms of the Opera" blast their ghostly voices into the night. A Beheaded Knight, his Executioner, and his Prisoner all sing as a trio, while the poor ghost behind them tombs himself up. Our hero's Doom buggy enters the Mausoleum at the end of the Graveyard sequence where they are immediately "greeted" by the Raven who caws at guests while perching on the door to the Mausoleum.

TRIPLE H: "Shawn, this is… intense."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "You can say that again. It's like we've walked into a live action Night of the Living Dead, with a side of 'Bohemian Rhapsody'."

TRIPLE H: (forcibly laughs) "At least we're not the ones getting buried alive."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "Not yet, anyway."

As they enter the Mausoleum, the temperature seems to drop, and the air grows heavier with the weight of unseen presences. The Raven caws again, seemingly enjoying the intrusion.

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): "Ah, there you are! And just in time… there’s a little matter I forgot to mention. Beware of Hitchhiking Ghosts!"

They pass by three hitchhiking spirits; a Traveler, a Skeleton and a Prisoner.

SHAWN MICHAELS: (swallows hard) "Hitchhiking ghosts, huh? That's not something you see every day in the wrestling world."

TRIPLE H: (nervous laugh) "No kidding. I guess we're not in kayfabe territory anymore, Shawn."

Triple H and Shawn Michael's Doom Buggy passes by a wall of mirrors showing that the Hitchhikers are sitting in the vehicles along with the rider.

SHAWN MICHAELS: (swallows hard) "Did you just see that, Hunter? Those ghosts are hitching a ride with us!"

TRIPLE H: (nervously laughs) "Looks like we've got some extra passengers. But hey, maybe they're just fans looking for a backstage pass to the afterlife."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "I don't know, man. This isn't the kind of tag team match we're used to."

TRIPLE H: "Don't worry, Shawn. We're the Heartbreak Kid and The Game. I'm sure we can handle a little post-match haunting."

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): "They have selected you to fill our quota, and they’ll haunt you until you return!"

A very small being only around the size of a doll. She wears a white satin dress with a long, non-transparent hood, often mistaken for a veil, of the same material. She has visible long blue hair and glowing pale blue skin. stands atop the ledge of the crypt holding a bouquet of dead flowers. She is Little Leota, the Ghostess.

LITTLE LEOTA: “Hurry back. Hurry back. Be sure to bring your death certificate, if you decide to join us. Make final arrangements now! We've been dying… to have you…".

SHAWN MICHAELS: (swallows hard) "Well, that's one way to sell merch, I guess."

TRIPLE H: "This isn't merch, Shawn. This is real. We've got actual ghosts trying to hitch a ride with us."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "You know what that means, don't you?"

TRIPLE H: "Yeah, we can't exactly drop them at the next exit ramp."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "We're going to have to outsmart them, or we might be signing up for a lifetime subscription to 'The Twilight Zone'."

THE GHOST HOST (offscreen): "Now I will raise the safety bar, and a ghost will follow you home!"

The safety bar is risen and the Superstars disembarks the Doom Buggy. As we head for the exit, we hear the ghosts sing this following passage:

♪ If you would like to join our jamboree ♪

♪ There's a simple rule that's compulsory ♪

♪ Mortals pay a token fee ♪

♪ Rest in peace, the haunting's free ♪

♪ So hurry back, we would like your company ♪

SHAWN MICHAELS: (quickly) "Hunter, we've got to get out of here before we're stuck with these ghosts as permanent tag partners!"

TRIPLE H: "No arguments here, Shawn. I didn't sign up for a match that never ends."

They make a break for the exit, their hearts racing as the ghostly voices of the Hitchhikers and the rest of the Haunted Mansion's inhabitants seem to follow them.

LITTLE LEOTA: "Hurry back, hurry back, hurry back…!"

TRIPLE H: "Not a chance, Little Leota! We're retiring from the afterlife circuit!"

SHAWN MICHAELS: "And we're sticking together, like a well-oiled tag team!"

The two wrestling legends push through the swinging doors, the ghostly laughter fading behind them as they re-enter the bright lights and bustling energy of the Magic Kingdom.

TRIPLE H: (breathes a sigh of relief) "Well, that was… an experience."

SHAWN MICHAELS: "You can say that again. I've wrestled in some weird places, but that takes the cake—or should I say, the funeral wreath?"

TRIPLE H: "Let's just agree to stick to the ring from now on, okay?"

SHAWN MICHAELS: "You got it, brother. No more 'haunted' side quests for HBK and The Game."

They exchange a firm handshake, leaving the Haunted Mansion behind, but not without a few lingering shivers down their spines. As they walk away, the distant echo of the Ghost Host's laughter seems to remind them that the supernatural world of WWE is never truly far away.

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