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Luis can be heard grunting, whining, and heavily breathing. Quite frankly, it sounded rather...suspicious without any context. But as the camera that rolled panned up from the floor, all fears that Luis had started an adult-entertainment path would be put to rest, as he was merely working out! Bench Pressing with his cousin, Diego De La Rosa, spotting him. Idle claps and cheers to will Luis to raise the weights up. His other cousin, Javier De La Rosa, would be revealed as the cameraman upon speaking up, also giving Luis verbal support.
Working out for a match, getting prepared, it sure looked like a good first step into taking a match seriously. Into ensuring that he's in top shape instead of partying...until one looked at the weights themselves.
The boy was lifting no more than 75 pounds. With immense struggle. And to make matters works:
Luis: "Hnggg---Hufff---AGKKKKK--Six!" He said through a voice exemplifying more pain than anything Luis had ever gone through. He hazardously dropped the bar onto the floor, almost crushing Diegos foot in the process. He caught breath, his chest heaving, his face drenched in sweat, he reached for a water bottle and guzzled down the entire thing within seconds.
He had only done six reps.
Luis: "Well! Look at that! Two whole reps! Done! An hour of my life that will benefit me in the long run, si!"
He had split up the six reps into two sets of three. Each done in the span of twenty minutes. With a twenty minute break in between.
Despite this, his cousins were weirdly supportive of him. Acting as if this was the greatest feat of strength anyone had ever seen.
Diego: "Si! ¡Buen trabajo, Luis!"
Javier: "I couldn't have done any better myself when I first started!"
Luis chuckled and held his hand up, trying to be humble in his self percieved victory of the body and the muscles.
Luis: "Fellas, fellas, there's no NEED to butter me up! This type of raw strength? It...comes natural. Moreso to me than any other de la Rosa--oop, no offense."
The cousins chuckled, knowingly, though Luis wouldn't ever notice such a fact.
Diego: "None taken, none taken, Eres MUY talentoso naturalmente en la fuerza, Luis."
Javier: "So, you ready for the next hour? We've planned out the whole day--"
Luis: "Woah...WOAHHHH...the WHOLE day? No, no, I've got places to be! Parties to attend! Persephones with bedrooms to slide into! I can't do this all day!"
Javier: "But--we, we figured out an entire workout plan that works for you..."
Luis: "Workout plan? Guys, working out is a scam anyways. That's what makes me ahead of everyone else in EAW! I don't work out as often! It's all about the mental game; staying happy, staying focused. A man with happiness and focus can topple anyone with the muscles of a god. And I am a man of GREAT happiness and focus."
The cousins exchanged worried looks to one another. Annoyed looks to one another. Get-A-Load-Of-This-Guy looks to one another, before the conversation went back to focusing on Luis.
Javier: "You...really should focus on getting more fit, Luis, perhaps you will lose less often..."
Luis: "LOSE?? Who said I lose? I do not recall losing, no no, I only recall winning in my debut, winning the Co-Hardcore Championship, and beating Akari. With nothing at all happening in between those three events. Who's losing? Am I losing? Are you losing? Is Roberto losing? Is La Familia falling apart??? No, no, no, everything is...
fine."
A tangent had just gone on there, one that worried the cousins a bit more, this time moreso for Luis's mental state. As they exchanged these glances, Luis fumbled around the garage he had been working out in. Turning over every crevice and angle, searching for something. He visibly got irritated and angry as he couldn't find what he was looking for within a minute, and shouted at the two while he was bent over into a trashcan.
Luis: "¡Ey! ¿Quién tiró mi campeonato? ¡¿Quién hizo eso?!" Luis shouted at the duo, as his half replica belt was yanked out of the trashcan. He dusted off any debris from it, then proudly wore it on his aching shoulder from the workout.
Diego: "Oh I thought that belonged to the little one, Luis, not you."
On cue, from outside the garage, a small boy no older than the age of seven had started running inside, having spent the past couple hours playing basketball by himself outside. As he ran by Luis, he stuck out a foot, and tripped the boy. Causing him to stumble and fall. The fall was not harsh or damaging; but children being children; the young one began to cry. Loudly.
Diego: "¡Oye, qué demonios te pasa!"
Diego scooped up the child in his arms and carried him inside as Luis remarked back.
Luis: "What! He deserved it! I saw him putting his messy hands on the title earlier during dinner, which is probably why you all thought it was his!"
Diego shook his head in annoyance as he vanished into the house, leaving only Javier. Who sighed and shook his head, deciding to bring the conversation back to topic.
Javier: "At the risk of you monologuing I must ask: Do you really think you don't need any extra workouts or training for this one, Luis?"
Luis's eyes snapped to Javiers; who promptly facepalmed and groaned, knowing that Luis was about to; in fact; begin monologuing.
Luis: "Extra training? This IS the extra training! I haven't worked out in years, Javier! Not that I need it, of course, but this? This is just being EXTRA careful. Taking EXTRA steps. EXTRA precautions. My victory is practically guaranteed, but I want it to be SO guaranteed, that it becomes humiliating. I can rub it in the face of those who doubted me, with a victory to end all victories.
Do you know what it is like, to be laughed at? To be the one GETTING humiliated? It's aggravating, Javier. It drives a man to do things. Terrible, awful things--things that I can't even SAY! And if working out and pumping weights is what I have to do? Then it'll be worth it. I'm just glad I don't have to change my diet as well."
Javier: "Well actually you need a healthy diet to ensure your workouts stay effective--"
Luis: "--Americans make great cheeseburgers, Javier, I wouldn't sacrifice them for the world. It's one of the few things these people do right. This company proves that the slobs of America infect every business. If I had a nickel for everytime I had to go wash my hands after just walking NEXT to some of coworkers, I would have enough money to buy EAW itself. When these hands get to work on putting the HURT on my opponent, I'm going to need an entire week off dedicated to deep cleaning my hands. Do I sound like a bit of a diva, Javier? Good. I earned it. I have no doubt without any questions asked ABSOLUTELY proven that I'm a real threat, someone who deserves to be a bit of a diva. No one can name an instance of me being anything less than a stone cold, unbeatable killer."
Javier opened his mouth, ready to list off examples against Luis's claims. But ultimately shut his mouth, allowing his cousin to remain delusional.
Luis: "Now go grab Diego, I assume the kids done crying. I feel the adrenaline, Javier! I think I can go for two...MAYBE even THREE more sets today!"
Javier: "Alright! That's the energy I'm looking for!"
Luis situated himself on the bench press, staring with fear at the the ceiling at the thought of feeling his muscles ache again.
Luis: "The gains I gain will show everyone that I don't just mean business, I AM the business. Come Voltage, I'll get to prove that, especially to my piece of smug SHIT opponent..."
Javier: "Alright! Ha--W...wait...Voltage?"
Luis: "....si."
Javier: "You're working out for Voltage?"
Luis: "Duh! I have to show that AGGRAVATING butler Cornelius that he messed with the wrong latino...Cornelius? More like--eh, erm...uh...Yawnelius."
Javier: "I thought you were focusing on Grand Rampage!!!"
Luis stared blankly, not a single thought behind his eyes, up to the ceiling.
Luis: "...well I'm not worried about that. That'll be easy. I survived an entire ring exploding, I think I can survive a bunch of buffoons flailing around. Pfft."
Luis could be seen taking weights off until it was merely just twenty pounds that he was lifting. Mumbling about how this is "much easier this way" and how he'll "Show Cornelius who the better butler is" as Javier facepalmed with both hands and paced around in disbelief. Worry for his younger cousins fate after witnessing such blatant delusion and disregard, but didn't say anything more about it. Instead sucking up some air, and going back to begrudgingly cheering Luis's workout on.
Working out for a match, getting prepared, it sure looked like a good first step into taking a match seriously. Into ensuring that he's in top shape instead of partying...until one looked at the weights themselves.
The boy was lifting no more than 75 pounds. With immense struggle. And to make matters works:
Luis: "Hnggg---Hufff---AGKKKKK--Six!" He said through a voice exemplifying more pain than anything Luis had ever gone through. He hazardously dropped the bar onto the floor, almost crushing Diegos foot in the process. He caught breath, his chest heaving, his face drenched in sweat, he reached for a water bottle and guzzled down the entire thing within seconds.
He had only done six reps.
Luis: "Well! Look at that! Two whole reps! Done! An hour of my life that will benefit me in the long run, si!"
He had split up the six reps into two sets of three. Each done in the span of twenty minutes. With a twenty minute break in between.
Despite this, his cousins were weirdly supportive of him. Acting as if this was the greatest feat of strength anyone had ever seen.
Diego: "Si! ¡Buen trabajo, Luis!"
Javier: "I couldn't have done any better myself when I first started!"
Luis chuckled and held his hand up, trying to be humble in his self percieved victory of the body and the muscles.
Luis: "Fellas, fellas, there's no NEED to butter me up! This type of raw strength? It...comes natural. Moreso to me than any other de la Rosa--oop, no offense."
The cousins chuckled, knowingly, though Luis wouldn't ever notice such a fact.
Diego: "None taken, none taken, Eres MUY talentoso naturalmente en la fuerza, Luis."
Javier: "So, you ready for the next hour? We've planned out the whole day--"
Luis: "Woah...WOAHHHH...the WHOLE day? No, no, I've got places to be! Parties to attend! Persephones with bedrooms to slide into! I can't do this all day!"
Javier: "But--we, we figured out an entire workout plan that works for you..."
Luis: "Workout plan? Guys, working out is a scam anyways. That's what makes me ahead of everyone else in EAW! I don't work out as often! It's all about the mental game; staying happy, staying focused. A man with happiness and focus can topple anyone with the muscles of a god. And I am a man of GREAT happiness and focus."
The cousins exchanged worried looks to one another. Annoyed looks to one another. Get-A-Load-Of-This-Guy looks to one another, before the conversation went back to focusing on Luis.
Javier: "You...really should focus on getting more fit, Luis, perhaps you will lose less often..."
Luis: "LOSE?? Who said I lose? I do not recall losing, no no, I only recall winning in my debut, winning the Co-Hardcore Championship, and beating Akari. With nothing at all happening in between those three events. Who's losing? Am I losing? Are you losing? Is Roberto losing? Is La Familia falling apart??? No, no, no, everything is...
fine."
A tangent had just gone on there, one that worried the cousins a bit more, this time moreso for Luis's mental state. As they exchanged these glances, Luis fumbled around the garage he had been working out in. Turning over every crevice and angle, searching for something. He visibly got irritated and angry as he couldn't find what he was looking for within a minute, and shouted at the two while he was bent over into a trashcan.
Luis: "¡Ey! ¿Quién tiró mi campeonato? ¡¿Quién hizo eso?!" Luis shouted at the duo, as his half replica belt was yanked out of the trashcan. He dusted off any debris from it, then proudly wore it on his aching shoulder from the workout.
Diego: "Oh I thought that belonged to the little one, Luis, not you."
On cue, from outside the garage, a small boy no older than the age of seven had started running inside, having spent the past couple hours playing basketball by himself outside. As he ran by Luis, he stuck out a foot, and tripped the boy. Causing him to stumble and fall. The fall was not harsh or damaging; but children being children; the young one began to cry. Loudly.
Diego: "¡Oye, qué demonios te pasa!"
Diego scooped up the child in his arms and carried him inside as Luis remarked back.
Luis: "What! He deserved it! I saw him putting his messy hands on the title earlier during dinner, which is probably why you all thought it was his!"
Diego shook his head in annoyance as he vanished into the house, leaving only Javier. Who sighed and shook his head, deciding to bring the conversation back to topic.
Javier: "At the risk of you monologuing I must ask: Do you really think you don't need any extra workouts or training for this one, Luis?"
Luis's eyes snapped to Javiers; who promptly facepalmed and groaned, knowing that Luis was about to; in fact; begin monologuing.
Luis: "Extra training? This IS the extra training! I haven't worked out in years, Javier! Not that I need it, of course, but this? This is just being EXTRA careful. Taking EXTRA steps. EXTRA precautions. My victory is practically guaranteed, but I want it to be SO guaranteed, that it becomes humiliating. I can rub it in the face of those who doubted me, with a victory to end all victories.
Do you know what it is like, to be laughed at? To be the one GETTING humiliated? It's aggravating, Javier. It drives a man to do things. Terrible, awful things--things that I can't even SAY! And if working out and pumping weights is what I have to do? Then it'll be worth it. I'm just glad I don't have to change my diet as well."
Javier: "Well actually you need a healthy diet to ensure your workouts stay effective--"
Luis: "--Americans make great cheeseburgers, Javier, I wouldn't sacrifice them for the world. It's one of the few things these people do right. This company proves that the slobs of America infect every business. If I had a nickel for everytime I had to go wash my hands after just walking NEXT to some of coworkers, I would have enough money to buy EAW itself. When these hands get to work on putting the HURT on my opponent, I'm going to need an entire week off dedicated to deep cleaning my hands. Do I sound like a bit of a diva, Javier? Good. I earned it. I have no doubt without any questions asked ABSOLUTELY proven that I'm a real threat, someone who deserves to be a bit of a diva. No one can name an instance of me being anything less than a stone cold, unbeatable killer."
Javier opened his mouth, ready to list off examples against Luis's claims. But ultimately shut his mouth, allowing his cousin to remain delusional.
Luis: "Now go grab Diego, I assume the kids done crying. I feel the adrenaline, Javier! I think I can go for two...MAYBE even THREE more sets today!"
Javier: "Alright! That's the energy I'm looking for!"
Luis situated himself on the bench press, staring with fear at the the ceiling at the thought of feeling his muscles ache again.
Luis: "The gains I gain will show everyone that I don't just mean business, I AM the business. Come Voltage, I'll get to prove that, especially to my piece of smug SHIT opponent..."
Javier: "Alright! Ha--W...wait...Voltage?"
Luis: "....si."
Javier: "You're working out for Voltage?"
Luis: "Duh! I have to show that AGGRAVATING butler Cornelius that he messed with the wrong latino...Cornelius? More like--eh, erm...uh...Yawnelius."
Javier: "I thought you were focusing on Grand Rampage!!!"
Luis stared blankly, not a single thought behind his eyes, up to the ceiling.
Luis: "...well I'm not worried about that. That'll be easy. I survived an entire ring exploding, I think I can survive a bunch of buffoons flailing around. Pfft."
Luis could be seen taking weights off until it was merely just twenty pounds that he was lifting. Mumbling about how this is "much easier this way" and how he'll "Show Cornelius who the better butler is" as Javier facepalmed with both hands and paced around in disbelief. Worry for his younger cousins fate after witnessing such blatant delusion and disregard, but didn't say anything more about it. Instead sucking up some air, and going back to begrudgingly cheering Luis's workout on.
