Armando Muniz
Welterweight Contender, 1960's-70's
Born: May 3, 1947 Delicias, Chihuahua, Mexico
Living in Riverside County, California
Height: 5'8"; Weight: 147lbs
Nationality: Mexican-American
Ring record: 52-14-1
Managed by: Jake Horn, Vic Weiss
Class of "93"
For as far back as he can remember, Armando Muniz had one bright, shinning ambition: to be a fighter. Not millionaire. Not a ballplayer. And certainly, not a boxer. A fighter.
Mando's late father, Sabino, was a fighter, befoe the responsibilities of providing for a large family took precedence over his ring career, and Mando himself, serving as big brother-protector of the eight Muniz children as the family followed the crops through northern Chihuahua and over into Texas, learned to fight early and often. But he wanted to fight in a ring. With gloves. With people looking on.
It was in El Paso, in the spring of 1961, that Mando made his move. At age 13, driven by visions of glory, he filled out an entry form that was printed in the local newspaper, and before you could say "muchacthito loco," was assigned a spot in the local Golden Gloves tournament.
"You're crazy" said papa Sabino, when he learned of his son's rash action. "Look at you! You have no equipment. No boxing shoes. No trunks. No mouthpiece. You're much to young. And you don't know the first thing about boxing!"
"No problema," his son replied. "i'm not going to be boxing; I'm going to be fighting. I have my tennis shoes. My shorts. My teeth are stong, so I don't need no mouthpiece. I'm as old as you were, when you started fighting. And you just haven't seen me; I can fight like hell."
And so it was that 13-year-old Armando Muniz (fudging a bit about his age, of course) was matched against a seasoned, 18-year-old amatuer named Tony Romero in the opeing round of the 1961 El Paso Golden Gloves.
We don't need to tell you who won that bout, but Mondo fought too hard to allow the referee to stop the fight. At the end of three rounds in which he had absorbed maybe a thousand punches, he was still charging in, firing punches, actually putting Tony Romero into retreat, captivating the crowd with his fighting spirit.
As good fortune would have it, a couple of Mando's schoolmates were at the Golden Gloves that night--were astounded to see him in the ring, and totally entranced by his performance. So the word was all over school the next day, and Mando's reputation - and course in life was set forever.
Mando was later to earn a wrestling scholarship at UCLA, get into amateur and pro boxing under the tuteledge of a fine man named Jack horn, cand ended up under the management of the enterprising Vic Weiss. He terrortized Southern California amatuer boxing ranks, represented the United States in the 1968 Olympic Games at Mexico City (where he lost a ridiculous decision to a Mexican named Antonio Roldan, whom he later destroyed in two rounds when they met again as professionals), and established himself as one of the better welterweight boxers (make that fighters) of his time.
Who did he beat? A lot of very good ringmen: Boby "Boogaloo" Watts, Walter Charles, Gil King, Clyde Gray, Percy Pugh, Adolph Pruitt, Manuel Gonzalez, Thurman Durden, Ernie "Indian Red" Lopez, Hedgemon Lewis Billy Lloyd, Zovek Barajas, and Pete Ranzany. He also beat the hell out of of the great Jose "Mantequilla" Napoles, with the world title on the line in Acapulco, Mexico, on the fateful date of March 30, 1975 - only to have Napoles declared the winner and still champion on the basis of an alleged foul that had occured nine rounds earlier.
Muniz came up short in three othe title tries (twice vs. Carlos Palomino, once vs. Napoles); but he never, ever failed to give the best he had within him, each time he entered the ring.
The kid from Chihuahua lives today in Riverside County with his lovely Yolanda, teaching Spanish at Rubidoux High School and dabbing in insurance and rel estate. He has come a long way from Chihuahua, and he's still moving up. He's the kind of guy who doesn't know how to quit...Just ask the kid in El Paso, named Tony Romero.
Bob Montgomery
World Lightweight Champion, 1943-47
Born: February 10, 1919 Sumter, South Carolina
Living in Philadelphia, PA
Height: 5'8"; Weight: 135
Nationality: African-American
Ring record: 75-19-3
Managed by: Frankie Thomas, Joe Gramby
Bobcat Bob. What a name for a fighter. And what a fighter he was!
Born in South Caroline, raised in Philadelphia, Bobcat Bob burst into the fistic scene in 1938 with five quick KO's in Atlantic city. He followed with 18 more wins - most by knockout, all in Atlantic City or Philadelphia.
It may have been an unexpected decision loss to Tommy Spiegel, in 1939; or maybe Manager Frankie Thomas had more clout than we realize today - but somehow, Montgomery managed to rach fistic maturity without coming under the benevolent guidance of the sisnister duo who seemed to muscle in on the management of all Philadelphia-area prospects in that place and time: Frank "Blinky" Palermo and his silent partner, Frank "Mr. Gray" Carbo.
Montgomery lost decisions to the first two world class fighters he met: Lew Jenkins and Sammy Angott, in the fall of 1940. But he learned from those losses, retrenched, and went on a rampage that resulted in his capturing the New York version of the world lightweight title, in 1943. Along the way he bested Nick Peters, Lew Jenkins in a return bout, Slugger White, Jimmy Garrison, Bobby Ruffin, Mxie Shapiro, Chester Rico, Lulu Constantino, and Roman Alvarez, among others.
Bob upset the popular Beau Jack for the 135-pound title in May of 1943; lost it back to him six months later; then beat Jack for the title a second time, in March of 1944.
Sandwiched between the title bouts with Beau Jack was a non-title bout that ranks as perhaps the high-water mark of Montgomery's career. On January 25, 1944, he met another young warrior in what fight fans reverently refer to as a "hometown natural." The upstart Ike Williams, from across the bridge in Trenton, New Jersey, and their pairing took on title-fight dimensions. Montgomery administered a frightful beating to his young rival, closing his eye early on and dropping him two or three times en route to a 12th-round KO. Williams claimed afterward that the eye injury was caused by a thumb, and he stalked his conqueror-neighbor for the next three years.
The Second Battle of Philadelphia was waged on August 4, 1947, with Williams winning in six rounds. Montgomery wasn't the same fighter after that loss, dropping six in a row before retiring from the ring in 1950.
Make no mistake: Bobcat Bob was a worthy champion, in an era of outstanding 135-pounders. In addition to those mentioned earlier, he numbered among his victims Fritzie Zivic, Petey Scalzo, Cecil Hudson, Nick Moran, Leo Rodak, Tony Pellone, Allie Stolz, Wesley Mouzon, Eddie Giosa, Joey Barnum, and Jesse Flores.
Let us welcome this great warrior on his triumphant return to Los Angeles!
Cornelius Boza-Edwards
World Super Featherweight Champion, 1981
Born: May 27, 1956 Kampala, Uganda
Living in Las Vegas
Height: 5'9"; Weight: 130
Nationality: African-British
Ring record: 44-6-1
Managed by: Mikey Duff
In any accounting of the most exciting fistic contests of the 1980's, the name of Cornelius Boza-Edwards looms large and often.
There was his gallant TKO loss to the great Alexis Argelllo, in his introduction to big time boxing in Atlantic City in August of 1980; his blood-baths with Bazooka Limon and rolando Navarette; and his two Fight-of-the-Year collisions with Hall of Famer Bobby Chacon, in 1981 and 1983.
Born in Uganda, taking the "Edwards" part of his name from the British benefactor who gave him his start in boxing, Boza-Edwards captured the hearts of British boxing fanciers as few pugilists ever have. Not only was he terrific, exiting fighter; he was (and still is) a gentleman in the ring, a true sportman, impeccable in his speech and in the way he carries himself. No other athlete of his generation so exemplified the British ideals of courage, genteel manner, and sportsmanship.
Boza-Edwards won the World Boxing Council 130-pound "super featherweight" title by besting Mexico's Bazooka Limon in a 15 round war in Stockton, California in 1981. His first defense was against former featherweight champ Bobby Chacon, and he seemingly ended the San Fernando Schoolboy's career with a tumultous, blood-drenched 13-round TKO in Las Vegas.
In retrospect, that fight may have taken more out of Boza-Edwards than it did Chacon. He lost the title to Filipino Rolando Navarette in a shocking upset just three months after beating Bobby. And though he fought on for five more years, he was never able to recapture the title-nor, for that matter, the razor-sharp "edge" that made him a champion.
In a classic boxing manifestation of "everything that goes around, comes around," Bobby Chacon outlasted Bazooka Limon for the WBC featherweight title in December of 1982. And his first defense was against Cornelius Boza-Edwards, in a brawl for the ages. Chacon won a 12-round decision in a bloody, multi-knockdown war.
At his best, Boza-Edwards was an agressive, Finely-tuned, hard hitting southpaw, possessed of a beautiful physique augmented by relentless conditioning. He was never, ever out of shape. Nor was he ever in a dull fight.
They still love him in Londo, but Cornelius chooses to live in his latest adopted hometown of Las Vegas, where he works for a major casino and trains boxers on the side. His prize potege', Kid Akeem, seemed headed for the world flyweight championship until an unfortunate head injury cut short his career.
Fabela Chavez
Featherweight/Lightweight Contender, 1940's - 50's
Born: October 15, 1929 Albuquerque, New Mexico
Living in Norwalk, CA
Height:5'6"; Weight: 126-142 lbs.
Nationality: Mexican-American
Ring record: 106-21-2
Managed by: George Parnassusi
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Fabulous Fabela, we called him in his fighting prime.
And anyone who saw him in action during those years (late Forties thru mid-Fifties) remembers why. He was a poised, baby-faced ball of fire with hands so fast they were just a blur. He had a certain electricity about him that brought huge crowds into Southern California areanas (Southwest Arena / Ocean Park / Hollywood Legion Stadium / Olympic Auditorium, even Gilmore Field and Wrigley Field) and entertained them in a manner that few boxeadors have ever equalled.
Born in Albuquerque, raised in East L.A., Alexander Chavez was hawking newspapers at the skid row corner of Sixth and Main Streets in Los Angeles one fateful day in 1942, when a man driving a long, dark sedan stopped nearby, recruiting volunteers for an amateur boxing card at the old Southwest Arena. It was the easiest three bucks the kid ever earned - and soon he was on his way, training at the Main Street Gym, hanging out with a classy young pro named Jimmy Doyle, boxing two or three times a week in local clubs. The fact that little Alexander was just 12 years of age, while the minimum age for boxers was 18, presented no big problem. He borrowed the draft card of an older kid named Rodrigo Fabela, and boxed under that name for several years - winning all but a handful of 248 amateur contests.
Eventually he bacame Fabela Chavez, in adn out of the ring. He turned pro in 1945, a few weeks before his sixteenth birthday.
The youngster's first loss as a pro was to another hot prospect named Art Aragon, in Las Vegas on October 3, 1945. Two weeks later he evened the score, beating Art in six rounds.
Early in his career, Fabela had the good fortune to come under the tutelege of a man who would remain his friend and benefactor for the next four decades - World Boxing Hall of Famer George Parnassus. Thus he also became the stablemate of another boxing legend: Hall of Famer Enrique Bonlanos.
Chavez beat two world champions (Harold Dade and Lauro Salas), but never had the opportunity to fight for a world title. Of his 10-round decision loss to the incomparable Willie Pep in 1952 he says, "I'm still looking for that guy."
The thing that distinguished every bout Fabela ever engaged in was excitement. He was never in a dull fight. And the rematch was usually just as good as the original. thus his (two amateur, two pro) series with Aragon; his three-fight series with Lauro Salas; his three with Bobby Jackson; and his six wars (three wins, three losses) with a punching machine named Alfredo Escobar.
Fabela married the one woman in his life, his beautiful Catalina, 47 years ago. They have raised four children, all now grown, of whom they are very proud.
Does Fabela chavez belong in our sport's Hall of Fame? Just ask the citizens of Carson, California, where for many years Fabela has been involved in youth work. Check out the name adorning one of the finest, cleanest, most modern athletic facilities to be found anywhere in the United States. It is called the City of Carson Fabela Chavez Boxing and Weightlifting Center. And the director of the center, the guy all the kids loko up to, is Fabela himself.
Nino Benvenuti
World Jr. Middleweight Champion, 1956-66
World Middleweight Champion
1967-70
Born: April 26, 1938 Trieste, Italy
Living in Italy
Height:5'11"; Weight: 152-160
Nationality: Italian
Ring record: 82-7-1
Managed by: Bruno Amaduzzi
One look tells you that Giovanni "Nino" Benvenuti was meant to be a star.
Born in the Italian seaport city of Trieste (on the Adriatic Sea, next door to Yugoslavia) in 1938, raised on the run in a country ravaged by war, he became street-smart and resourceful at an early age. He learned how to hustle, and he learned how to fight.
What's more, he learned how to look pretty - and how to please a crowd. Looking pretty came easy as easy to him as knocking down a plate of pasta. Tall and extraordinarilly handsome, even as a youngster he had about him a certain Valentino-like elegance. He might have become a movie star (and later, as champion, did accept some film roles) or an international soccer star (and did excel in that sport, as well) - but chose boxing instead.
Nino captured the hearts of his countrymen by winning the welterweight Gold Medal in the 1960 Olympic Games - in Rome, of course. (The Gold Medal in the lightweight class that year was won by a loquacious young American named Cassius Marcellus Clay.)
Turning pro in 1961, Benvenuti won 65 in a row before dropping a disputed decision (and the junior middleweight title) to Ki-Soo Kim in Seoul, Korea, in 1966. He came back to defeat Emile Griffith for the middleweight title in 1967, then lost and won again in two encore meetings with griffith within the next 11 months.
Style-wise, Nino was an uptight, orthodox boxer-puncher with fast hands, a spearing left jab, and good power in his right hand. He made good use of his height and reach, and was difficult to hit with a solid shot.
So who did he beat? Well, just about all of the good 150-to 160-pounders of his time: Gaspar Ortega, Isaac Logart, Jimmy Beecham, Tony Montano, Denny Moyer, Art Hernandez, Juan Carlos Duran, Sandro Mazzinghi (twice, with the junior middleweight title on the line both times), Don Fullmer, Fred Hernandez, Charley Austin, Luis Rodriguez, and Tom Bethea.
Five of Nino's eight losses came near the end of his 10-year pro career, when his skills began to erode. He lost his middleweight title to the great Carlos Monzon in 1970, and failed in a bid to win it back six months later.
Seldom has an athlete been so admired by an entire nation as has Nino Benvenuti, by his belle Italia. Let us welcome this handsome and elegant Man of Trieste to his rightful place in The Boxing's Hall of Fame!!!
Ultiminio "Sugar" Ramos
Welterweight Champion, 1963-64
Born: December 2, 1941,
Matanzas, Cuba
Living in Mexico
Height: 5'5"; Weight: 126-135
Nationality: African-Cuban
Ring record: 54-7-4
Managed by: Cuco Conde
"What shall we name this little guy?" Jose'Ramos asked his wife, after she had given bith to their twenty-second child in Mantanzas, Cuba, on December 2, 1941.
"Ultiminio (Last One)," the long-suffering woman replied. And so it was that a future featherweight champion of the world got his name.
"You were lucky, Uliminio," one of the youngster's older brothers used to tell him. "They could have named you "No Mas."
The Last One grew up quick and plenty tough. He was fighting professionally before he turned 16, and only three draws and one loss via disqualification marred an otherwise perfect record in his first 45 contests.
Ramos was one of the great Cuban boxers (along with Luis Rodriguez, Doug Vaillant, Florentino Fernandez, Jose "Mantequilla" Napoles, Isaac Logart, Benny "Kid" Paret and Baby Luis, among others) who fled their homeland when Fidel Castro's Communist governmant banned professional sports in the early 1960's. Like Napoles and Luis, he relocated in Mexico City - and became a star.
At the time of his arrival in Mexico in 1961, Sugar (who took his nickname from the great Ray Robinson or from the cane fields of his native province - take your pick) was undefeated in 28 bouts, with 25 knockouts already to his credit. He just kept getting better, overpowering good fighters like Alfredo Urbina, Kid Anahuac, Eddie Garcia, Joe Rafiu King, Danny Valdez, Baby Vasquez, and Jose Luis Cruz, en route to a showdown with the great Davey Moore for the undisputed featherweight championship.
Moore vs Ramos was a ring classic, marred by a tragic ending. They met in Dodger Stadium on the evening of March 21, 1963, before a crowd of 26,142 paid a record $269,452.00. For 10 fierce rounds they bulgeoned each other, fighting with the desperation of predators in a primeval jungle. Moore was floored late in the 10th round, the back of his neck landing hard against the bottom strand of ring rope. The fight was stopped between rounds, and Moore lapsed into a coma. He died two days later.
Ramos held the title for a year and a half, defending successfully against Joe Rafiu King in Mexico City, Mitsunori in Seki in Tokyo, and Floyd Robinson in Accra, Ghana before losing via 12th-round TKO to the great Vicente Saldivar.
He moved up to the lightweight class and fought on spoadically for another eight years - but was never quite able to recapture the magic of his early career. He retired from boxing in 1972, having lost just seven times in 66 pro contests ageinst the best of his time.