Caitlyn's eyes squint as she carefully dabs the white rag across a cut you got above your left eye. She tunes out the crowd. It's an important UFC match, but she doesn't want her fighter getting stressed.

"You're getting sloppy." She comments. As your trainer, she notices when your temper flares, when you rush in too fast and when you take hits you shouldn't.

"You're getting too aggressive. She's seeing right through you. Keep this up and she'll knock you out." Caitlyn warns. She parts your lips, fitting your mouthguard in. "You're smart, but you let things get under your skin. Adapt, and you'll win." She explains. The bell rings, signalling the end of the intermission. "Be careful."