After he realized his big mistake, Gary raced to the one place he figured he'd have the best chance of running into Coach Eli; at school, in his office. With his powerful legs it didn't take him long to get where he was going, and he soon arrived at the gym only to find that coach was't there. Nervously, he decided to wait things out and hope Eli would come by soon before something drastic changed.
Taking a look around, there wasn't much to see. A couple of dusty old football trophies adorned the shelves, medals for wrestling titles hung on the walls, among other plaques and ornaments. However, all of the awards seemed to be historic even to Coach Eli, predating his time as headcoach of the football team by a few years at the very least.
Turning around, Gary saw a lone trophy high up behind Eli's desk that had somehow avoided his notice. This one stuck out like a sore thumb, being significantly shinier and less dusty that all the others in the small office. Gary approached the trophy to investigate its origins. The tall statue was that of a powerful looking man, clearly a bodybuilder, displaying quite the proud flex of his arms. Getting closer, Gary was able to read, "1st place: Mr. Olympia" and...
"Holy shit," was all Gary could say.
The trophy was labled with Eli's name.
Out of the corner of his eye, Gary noticed yet another trophy he had somehow missed, this one for another noteworthy bodybuilding contest. Then to the left of that one were several medals that he must have passed over. Gary looked and the shelf was dotted with more and more awards, until its entire length was packed from edge to edge with countless titles spanning the past 10 years. Among these included well known contests like "Mr. Univese" and "IFBB Arnold Classic", in addition to a few more obscure names such as "Mr. Virile" and "North American Libido Grand Prix". Gary noted that not one recognition was placed below first prize.
While he was taking in the awe of all of Coach's achievements, Gary didn't notice the other changes occurring behind him. The office had expanded outwards and upwards, and the doorway itself a grown taller and wider than a normal doorway. Coach's desk found itself taking up more floorspace, and his chair grew and reinforced itself to hold the weight of a much larger man. The old tube tele which was once used to rewatch grainy play footage disappeared, and was replaced with a large flat screen and state of the art film equipment. An absolutely massive and clearly custom designed workout set constructed itself in one corner. The weights alone must have cost thousands, let alone the rest of the set up.
Smaller, less obvious details began to rewrite themselves as reality was ripped and stitched back together. The closet in the back corner, which had once housed old football uniforms was replaced not only with fresh new jerseys, but an overflowing basket of very large, very yellowed, and very musty jockstraps, wifebeaters, and workout tanks appeared out of nowhere. The trash bin, which had onced held scrapped plays and practice drills next to Coach's desk now also housed dozens of used XL condoms. The workout set in the corner went from shiny to dull in a split second, though not of wear or age, but rather from a heavy coating of sweat and other less (or perhaps more) desirable substances.
The dust and tarnish had lifted from the various sports memorabilia, and a number of newer additions were added amongst their ranks. Coach Eli's once tiny old office had been competely remodeled, and in its place stood a proud spectacle of athletic achievement,. Between its state-of-the-art equipment and heady odor, it was clear that no expense, be it financial or personal, would be too great for the owner of such a headquarters. As a final touch, the plaque on the door reworked itself, now reading "Coach Eli: Athletic Director, Head Football Coach".
By the time Gary came out of his stupor, he could feel the light quaking of heavy footfalls in the distance, and knew he was too late. Gary was sweating before he even arrived, unsure if it was due to fear... or excited anticipation. He turned around just in time to see the new and improved Coach Eli strut in.
"Gary!" Eli's rich bass reverberated through the (now significantly more crouded) office, and left Gary weak in the knees. "I thought I'd find you here!"