Felipe took a deep breath and tried to remember what was said.
He looked over at his corner team, who were all nodding their heads.
"Listen, you're better than this," Whittier added, softening slightly. "I know you can do it. Focus on your footwork and distance. He's gonna come in hard, so make him pay for it. When he gets too close, throw those body kicks. He can't handle them."
Felipe wiped sweat from his face, nodded, and took another sip of water.
He was listening, but Whittier could see the frustration building.
"You got this," Whittier said, giving him a firm pat on the back. "Now go out there and fight smart. Don't let him control you."
The stool was pulled out from under Felipe, and he stood up, shaking out his arms as he prepared to re-enter the battle.
Brian stood up across the cage and looked at Felipe with his eyes.
Even though the pace had been hard, Felipe's energy was still high.
