And then, she made the news...

On a certain newspaper an eye-popping headline on the front page together with a picture, clearly taken, "The Invincible Gambler with A Mysterious Young Woman?" The sponsor for the Football League going on, former NFL star Morgan hands shook. His beverage from before spewed out and saliva coated coffee flew to the incoming arrival of Patrick "Panther" Spencer. Dashing to the side, he avoided it.

"Mr. Morgan, what exactly would make you this shock?" He was clearly unaffected from the coffee spewing.

"T-This..." His eyes wide, he read the newspaper over once more, "What the hell is this?"

"Hmm? Oh? Clifford... together with HER?" He gaped.

"What's all the commotion?" Bud walked in the room, a brow raised at the scene.

Before him was Morgan currently pulling his afro, while speed dialing various people and mumbling profanities. Panther gaping like a fish out of water, eyes glued to the newspaper. He sighed, "Is my beautiful face on that? I bet it is." He grabbed the newspaper, "Let's see... Oh. This is taken well," he whistled.

Snapping out of his dazed, Panther stared at him, "You- How do you know about this? It's the front news! It's probably on the television already!"

Bud turned to him, "Well, it's on." The chatter of the television blocked the profanity that was constantly said by Morgan, "I was there on the scene anyways... It was mucky."

"So you saw them? The heck! It's your flashy helicopter that brought the paparazzi!" He pointed his finger accusingly. Bud raised both hands.

An object was flung to the wall, which was a phone. Not just any phone, the very phone that was in Morgan's hands. "Bud~ Where is he? That genius shitter?"

"Mr. Morgan, everyone does their business in the toilet department..." Panther raised his hand, countering the statement.

Bud closed his left eye and picked his ear, "Truth to be told, I have no clue."

A roar of outrage echoed throughout the whole hotel.

Meanwhile, with the local paparazzi tailing the story on the front page along with his partner came with a startling conclusion.

"Wait a minute! Isn't she-"

"No! That's- That's just not possible!"

"She's back..."

"This is one hell of a scoop!"

"Let's start writing it! The Goddess is back!"

Elsewhere, at the Japan Team's hotel, very little reactions compared to former NFL Morgan. The All-Star team just glanced at the paper. One of them had the reaction the size of a meteor hitting Earth. Mouth hanging open and eyes bulging out, stood Yamato Takeru. A sympathetic Honjou Taka stared at him. The others ignored him. Hiruma polished his gun, Sena looked back and forth between Yamato and the newspaper, Shin was watching his rival, Akaba was playing his guitar, Kotarou as always, kept challenging a not-so interested Musashi.

Yamato recovering from his shock, cried, "Madoka-chan!" He gathered himself, an unmistakable black aura around him, "Hiruma, we will win this tournament..."

"Kekeke! You're in it to win it, shitty curly!" Hiruma pointed his gun at him.

Chestnut eyes held a sharp look of tyranny, "Everyone with me?" His voice which was so vividly sugar-coated sent shivers down some of their backs.

"Excuse me, Yamato-san?" An auburn haired teen, Japan's MVP, Kobayakawa Sena raised his hand, "This person... is the Goddess right?"

"Eh."

"Ehh?"

"EHHHH? HER!"

"..."

The television filled the silence left from the question. The news was about the same thing everyone was wondering, who was this young woman. The newscaster had received a tip from a mysterious anonymous.

"To all that have been pondering upon who this mysterious woman is... She is none other than- BZZZZZ!"

No matter how many times they changed the channel, the same thing was for every one of them. At the same time, in a hotel, a pair of pale hands was continually hacking into various sites and networks, erasing all information concerning the said individual.

In Las Vegas...

"Clifford?" The hacking stopped temporarily. "What are you doing?"

"Checking my email," He casually replied as he closed the laptop.

"Really?" Steps came toward him; the blue haired young woman wore an expression of disbelief. "Then, did you have to type that fast? It sounds like hacking to me." Crimson gems stayed glued to the PC securely in his hands, then moving to his sharp face, "You know there's no use hiding it. Just let me host a press conference."

Silver eyes darted at her, "Madoka... are you sure? You just came back from..." A lean finger posed in front of his lips.

"It's okay. Since the Goddess of Victory will only smile upon the winner, right?" A smile graced her face.

"Would that mean… I have to try and win?" He sighed. "Well, that makes it all the more interesting..." A smirk appeared on his face.

Her pastel hands grasped his face, "What? You have no guts that you can win?" He shook his head, the smirk still present on his lips. Her brow rose, "Then, the Goddess shall give you a bit of her courage..." She leaned forward nose nearly touching, breathing at each other's faces, lips nearly touching and coming closer- a quiet buzz.

The two separate slowly, Clifford flipped the phone and answered,"Give me one good reason why I should not turn off my phone?"

"Hiii! Bud! You liar! He picked up!" He took the device a hand length away from his ear, still hearing constant argument between the people from the other line. He leisurely placed it on the table, this time he pressed the speaker button.

The person on the other end switched. "Hey, Clifford! Sorry to burst your bubble, Morgan wants you and our dear Deity, back." Madoka giggled.

"I'm going to shoot you." He ended the call. "You heard him." The gambler stood and gathered his scattered belongings, "Looks like the press conference is set."

"All the more better, don't you think?" Her eyes twinkled with amusement. "Now you won't need my courage." She clasped her hands behind her back.

Inspecting the room for anything that could have been forgotten and found nothing, he motioned for her. She blinked and walked towards him. He grabbed one of her hands and lightly kissed it, he said, "I will never disappoint you."

Madoka smiled melancholy. "May victory and glory guide your path..."

"I thought Goddess's don't make favorites..." Silver eyes held a look of mirth.

The melancholy disappeared and she pouted.