The GOAT Returns:Reincarnated to dominated Football again

The victory was fresh.

The adrenaline was still pumping through Tom's veins as he stepped off the field, helmet in hand, sweat dripping down his face.

It wasn't just a win.

It was a statement.

The once-pathetic Jefferson High had just taken down a stronger, faster, better team.

And it was because of him.

The GOAT was back.

But as he made his way toward the locker room, his instincts kicked in.

Something felt… off.

The celebration was loud, but there was a tension beneath it.

Eyes on him.

Whispers just outside his hearing.

And when he passed Keller, sitting alone on the bench, gripping his phone tightly—

Tom knew.

Something was coming.

The Locker Room Confrontation

The moment Tom pushed through the locker room doors, the cheers grew louder.

"BRADFIELD, BABY!" Speedy clapped him on the back. "What did I tell you? I knew you had it in you!"

"That was some GOAT-level stuff, man," another teammate added. "Where the hell did you learn to play like that?"

Tom just grinned.

He couldn't tell them the truth.

That he had once played in ten Super Bowls.

That he had studied defenses at a level these kids couldn't even fathom.

That he wasn't just a high school quarterback.

He was Tom freaking Brady.

Still, before he could say anything, the locker room door swung open.

And Coach Donahue stormed in, a deep scowl on his face.

"Alright, alright, shut the hell up," Donahue barked. "You won. Congrats. Now act like you've been here before."

The room quieted.

Tom just nodded.

He had been here before. Many times.

But then—

"Bradfield. Office. Now."

The energy in the room shifted.

Players glanced at each other.

Tom's grin faded.

Something was wrong.

Accusations in the Coach's Office

The office was small and cluttered, an old wooden desk covered in playbooks and scouting reports.

Donahue didn't waste time.

He slammed a piece of paper onto the desk.

Tom looked down.

It was a printout from an anonymous message board.

The words jumped out immediately.

"Tommy Bradfield is cheating. No way a nobody benchwarmer plays like that overnight. Drug test him. Investigate him. It's all fake."

Tom's eyes narrowed.

He looked up at Donahue. "You don't actually believe this, do you?"

Donahue just stared.

"You tell me."

Tom clenched his jaw.

"Coach, I've never cheated a day in my life."

Donahue didn't blink. "Then how the hell do you explain it?"

Tom exhaled slowly.

He couldn't explain it.

He couldn't tell them about the System.

Couldn't tell them he had been reincarnated as the GOAT.

All he had was the truth.

"I worked my ass off," he said firmly. "I trained harder than anyone else on this team. That's how."

Donahue studied him for a long moment.

Then, he grunted.

"I don't like rumors, Bradfield. But I also don't like sudden miracles."

Tom crossed his arms. "So what now?"

Donahue leaned forward.

"You're getting tested. Performance-enhancing drugs. Any sign of cheating, you're off the team."

Tom's eyes flashed.

"Fine. Do it."

Meanwhile: Keller's Next Move

Outside, in the parking lot, Keller leaned against his car, a satisfied smirk on his face.

He watched as players filed out of the locker room, whispering about the rumor.

It was working.

The doubt. The questions.

People were starting to wonder.

And that was just the first step.

He pulled out his phone, dialing a number.

"Yeah," he muttered. "He's still playing it cool, but Coach is on him now."

A pause.

"Next step? We need something bigger. Something that'll really ruin him."

Another pause.

Then, Keller's smirk grew.

"I know just the thing."

End of Chapter 9