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praise for our Undisputed game (and the UFC Trainer) from “the nightmare”

But this isn't the first time Sanchez has taken a UFC video game and used it for all it's worth, as the submission specialist whose last two brawls were voted "Fight of the Night" actually uses THQ's "UFC Undisputed" franchise to help him visualize his fights before heading out into the octagon for real.
"When the first UFC game came out ("UFC Undisputed"), I never even dreamed being in such a realistic game," he says. "The game is so realistic looking that I do my late night training by getting on my PlayStation 3 and fighting my opponent 20 times in the game. That way I'm able to see myself knocking him out over and over again. It's a visualization tool for me where you're seeing it, you're feeling it and you can already have that knockout in your mind. As long as you go in and do the work and train, when you get in and fight, you've already seen what can happen, so it's more realistic that it will happen."
But what if you lose in the game, I ask.
"I usually win at least 17 out of 20," Sanchez laughs. "I win most of them, but sometimes I get my butt kicked because I'm tired, so I just turn it off. That's the great thing about the game. If I'm losing, there's always the power switch and I can start over and I never feel any pain."
As for how Sanchez would like to see his character represented in "UFC Undisputed 3," the fighter has only one thing in mind.
"I'd like to see more power in my punches, but that's something I have to show in my fights," says Sanchez. "Maybe if I go out and get a couple of knockouts before the game comes out, they'll give me that power. It's funny, though, because people are always coming up to me and talking about my fights in the game like these fights happened for real. They'll be like, 'Yo, I knocked out GSP as you!'
"THQ gave me skills in the fighting game, now they're making me sweat and helping me train. I love it."
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