"One ... two ... three ... four, good," Galt firmly calls out while Haynos bounces the bar off his chest, effortlessly thrusting his first four repetitions of 225 pounds toward the sky. "Five, come on. Six ... seven, go baby. Eight ... nine, come on! Don't worry about it! PUSH! Eleven, c'mon! Twelve," Galt says as Haynos pauses, showing the first sign of fatigue. "Thirteen. Keep going. Two more. Fourteen. Come on! Fifteen," Galt says emphatically during an extended Haynos pause. Galt, sensing Haynos' tired state, raises his already loud voice. "All right! Let's go to work! Let's go to WORK! Sixteen. Let's go to work, come on! Seventeen. Go to work, c'mon! Eighteen. C'mon Joe! Nineteen. C'mon, one more!"