A note from the champ

Foreword to F.B.W

by Sal 'Sawbones' Angulo

I first met Micky Blast back when I was headlining the biggest wrestling promotion in the world and he was an upstart with a backwoods outfit that had somehow fallen into a few dimes from a TV company. He called me up and offered me a contract that wouldn’t pay the bill for my house cleaner. I could see from that moment that he was a scammer but was sure he would go far. And so it was. I won thirty-two world titles in a career that spanned four decades, and yet people still ask me if I knew Micky Blast.

In the end I knew him well, as I did Pitt and Corby and a lot of guys from that roster. The wrestling community is a tight little world. They had a hell of a group together at that time. Some promotions are built around ultra-violence, others are tailored for kids, some try to appeals to social outcasts or minorities. The FBW gimmick was having no gimmick at all; what they had was a group of guys who could really wrestle. Almost every one of them could go—and they could go hard every single night.

It is the age we live in today that makes people move on so quickly. It feels like only yesterday that the events of this book—written in 2005 and reissued now—took place. Yet there is a whole generation of kids who know nothing of the story. I cannot say that I ever loved Micky but the story of FBW is one that deserves to be told and remembered. The memory of FBW should be preserved for future generations.

Is it a celebration? Is it a cautionary tale? It’s probably both. Either way, it is a testament to one man’s vision and it is one hell of a ride.

Enjoy,

Sawbones – 2016