Emily Falls vs Voodoo Mama

October 31, 2005
6:12 PM
Outside
Denver, Colorado

10-year-old Emily Falls is trick-or-treating with her friend. She’s dressed up as a fairy with a pink dress and wings, glittery hair, and a wand with a star at the end.
Her friend, who is tall and has blonde hair and green eyes, is dressed up as a witch. Her whole body is green, and she has a fluffy black dress on.
“I can’t believe you dressed up as a witch.” Emily says. “You look so evil!”
Her friend laughs. “Just because I look evil doesn’t mean I am!” she said.
“Trick or treat!” they both say. An old woman with a grey dress and stringy white hair puts a Snickers into each bag.
“I love your costumes!” she says. “Especially yours. You know, Halloween isn’t always about being a mean creature!”
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November 2, 2019
2:30 PM
Emily’s Backyard
Denver, Colorado

Emily is sitting on the grass, reminiscing.
She looks up. “Hey, Erick,” she says solemnly. “Have you come to record another promo?”
The camera shakes as Erick nods.
“Well, great,” Emily says. “Finally, something to take my mind off of these–these–SICK memories.”
Emily shakes her head.
“And again, Dad puts me against some loser. This time, if I lose, I don’t know what to think anymore. Isis Beauchamp? What kind of a name is that? Isis? Beauchamp? I’m trying not to laugh right now.”
The camera shakes as Erick chuckles.
“Not in my house.” Emily says.
“We’re not in your house.” Erick says.
“Stop.” Emily says through gritted teeth.
“As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me,” she continues. “I’m fighting some weird voodoo woman. What a weirdo.
“I hope she gets paid for all this lying she does. In her first promo, she said she would get the three count. She PREDICTED it. But did she win? No. Did she win her second match? No. I attacked her and that loser Chris Mosh! Will she beat me? Probably not! So, so far her purposely fake prediction hasn’t come true. Too bad for her.
“See you at that next match.”
James comes outside. “Oh, hey bro!” he yells at Erick.
“Dude, you don’t have to yell, I’m, like, three feet away.” Erick replies.
“I brought some ginger snaps and coffee. For me and Emily. But you can have it. I’m not hungry anyway!”
“Neither am I,” Emily says. “You can have both cups. I’m going inside.”