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Vonnie continued hearing from wrestlers. From Sunny talking to Sable about babies, Matt talking to Jeff about Lita, and then Shawn talking to Hunter about her. Vonnie's stomach churned as he continued and stopped but it was Sunny that interrupted the duo. Vonnie looks even more and was getting jealous. Sunny was kissing Shawn all over his face and hugging him and an awkward Hunter looks on.

Vonnie moves her head and Sunny fell down. "You're okay, love?" Shawn asked, holding Sunny up. Sunny nodded and brush her pink dress. "Yeah. These heels must stop my balance." Sunny chuckled, clacking her black stilettos. Vonnie was so upset. She was so caught up with her emotions that she noticed Shawn saying-

"She's here." Of course, she was close as there was a force connection. Vonnie heard footsteps coming to the table and as she tried to back away, she bumps her head. "Ow!" She cringed, rubbing her head. Shawn immediately rush to the table and Vonnie quickly close her eyes, imaging WCW at Houston. She was a goner as she opens her eyes and she was at the Reliant Stadium. Again, she used her small height to go backstage, trying to find Goldberg. While walking, cautiously, she heard men talking. She peaks through and noticed Sting and Diamond Dallas Page! Talking! They were supposed to be enemies. Vonnie was confused... What's going on?

As the two were walking, Vonnie hid and let them walk. "Hey, chica," A deep voice said, seductively. Vonnie turned around and noticed Razor Ramon. She got out of the way, hoping he would move but, he didn't. "Are you lost? Scram." Ramon hissed, pointing his toothpick at her. He also made the 'go away' gesture. Vonnie just looks at him, walking away and she turns to her head in her direction. Ramon noticed blood coming out his nose.

The poor girl went to a corner and grimaced, shivering. She sat down and hunch her legs to her chest, putting her head down. She starts crying, her face reddens as she whimper echo. Of course, it wasn't heard much because of the audience but it was heard by one person—Bill Goldberg.

"Hey, kid." His voice said, catching Vonnie's attention. Vonnie look and her mouth open as she noticed the man. "Goldberg?" She asked, questioning him. The man crouched to her height. "Hey, not gonna hurt you or anything. Are you okay? Where're your parents?" He asked, curiously. "I'm fine. It's just that," Vonnie didn't want to say she lives with a rival star, "I have no parents." Goldberg was surprised. The girl trespassed backstage but have no parents.

He might have to be the Savior for once. "Well, little girl, you can be with me for a while till we find your parents, okay?" Goldberg exclaimed. Vonnie's eyes widen a bit but deep down, she knows she's going to bring a war—not about ratings, though. But, pain.

At Goldberg's house, it was nothing fancy but nothing basic. It was just right. Vonnie just stood there, waiting for Goldberg to do something. "Uh, you can just, ya know, sit down," Goldberg said, pointing to a couch next to him. Vonnie sat down and waited for more. Goldberg put his bag down and walk away to some room that's not far from the main room.

"Oh my god," He washed his face, "I'm literally taking care of a child. A child that's not even mine." He turned off the sink and dry his face with a towel. He got out the restroom and closed the door gently. While walking to the main room, he noticed the girl still sitting, doing nothing. "Are you hungry?"

"No."

"Hm... Want to watch Television?"

"No."

The bald man sits next to her, not knowing what else to do or say. "Why... Were Sting and Page talking?" Vonnie asked. She didn't look at Goldberg. He raised a brow, confused. "Backstage, they were talking," Vonnie stated. "Wrestling isn't fake... But, not real. Scripted. Backstage, we're like a family but once we're in that ring, we're just raging soldiers." Goldberg explained. Vonnie took that saying to a deeper meaning but didn't know to verbally say it... Explain it. "Hey, what's your name?" Goldberg asked.

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