ByBrady Fink, writer at
Brady Fink

When Moses Murrieta walked into my gym almost ten years ago, he was a 310-pound jalopy with big Sideshow Bob hair and an even bigger smile on his face. He came in with Taco Bell wrappers in his pockets, and he was there to try out for our new fight team.

I'm watching this guy going through all these drills; I just liked to look at him because he had a smile the whole time. I added him to the team — I wanted to shake him up a bit.

After training with me for a while, I saw something that I see in all champions, and I knew he'd get to that level someday. He reminds me of , and I see the same things in Moses that I see in Mike.

They both are distinct fighters. You are either a fighter, or you're not — they are. They both have chins, and they both have stamina and technique.

Moses has incredible instincts. He can go off rhythm, on rhythm, he can break guys down; Moses is tough. At the end of the day, he has a 30-beat resting heart rate. Cool man, we can go out there and push it as hard as we want all five minutes and then our minute between rounds is a useful minute. Moses and I have never trained for a three round fight; we have only ever trained for five rounds.

Moses is intense on the feet, hard to take down, and he is always surprising me. This guy is a wizard on the ground too; I don't think he gives himself enough credit. If you look at his amateur fights leading up to his pro debut, some of his toughest fights have been finished on the ground, either by submission or ground and pound. I never have to worry about Moses.

This is exactly how Bisping is. He always wants one more round. Neither of these guys is ever done.

One of the first fights Moses did was the first ever CAMO card. I thought he was getting strong and I wanted to see him fight, after all what is he doing here? I don't believe he was even really training much actual fighting yet.

Moses Murrietta
Moses Murrietta

When we showed up and saw his opponent, I was pissed. The guy was 300 pounds of nothing but muscle, juiced out of his gills. He had a nice tan and a Rolex watch, his teeth were perfect. I was looking at Moses and his belly and then to the dudes who set up the fight with a look of absolute anger. I love Mo, and I was looking at them like "Fuck you guys," for setting him up to look bad. No one involved in the show spoke to us; it was like a funeral procession. They all knew that they had set up this poor fat kid from Fontana to lose to the rich, good-looking kid. I had to hide my emotions because he was there to fight. I didn't know at the time, but Moses felt it too. He was aware that no one was talking to him for a reason.

When Moses got in that cage, he gave him everything but not like an asshole. He spinning back fisted the guy, and Superman punched him, upkicked and stopped the guy's takedowns. He beat the fucking piss out of the guy. Everyone was in shock, and his opponent never fought again.

After that fight, everything that I saw and envisioned for him was realized. I knew he was something special and that's when he proved it. It took Moses longer to believe it, but I think now he does.

I remember back to this fight where Moses was losing. He probably lost every single second of the fight. But with just a second left in the third round Moses beat the guy with an armbar. It wasn't some skeezy armbar either, it was clean, and a win like that makes me so proud as a trainer because he never gave up. Any other fighter would have accepted defeat — Moses didn't. That might have been when he finally believed he was special.

I think as long as we keep doing what we are doing Moses will be unbeatable.


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