Idiot Fake Reporter Ben Fowlkes and MMA Junk attacked…

Fake News HERE

Then refused to publish my response…

Here ‘tis

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Ben..

Good mornin'!

How are ya?

Just a quick samizdat from your ol' Comrade-at-Arms Lentzy-Boy down here in th'Sunshine State, sendin' a lil' sunshine your way on this fine mornin'....

How was breakfast today? Whadja have? I'm guessin' you ate a little bit more of the Corpse of BJ Penn's career. You'll keep gnawin' away at that, as long as it's on the menu, and eating it makes money shoot out of your ass. How d'ya take it? Over easy? Sunny-side-up? No; I'VE got it.....You like it....SCRAMBLED! Yessir, scrambled, fried, easy to chew up and wolf down, then move on from...

A few things y'might wanna consider while you're...eating this morning....

- I didn't call BJ Penn out. He called ME out. In the course of stiffing Mike Dolce for $21,000, and also blaming Dolce for one of his losses, the "Legend" BJ Penn chose to take a few pot-shots at your ol' pal Lentzy-Boy. Apex Predator that he is, he perceived me as small fish he would swallow for laughs on his way to attack Dolce from behind in the shallows. That small fish, however, has gotten stuck sideways in his throat now; he can't swallow it, and he can't spit it out. It slowly drowns him. This entire cycle of events, the ridicule, the blatant disrespect, the poems, the tweets mocking his every disaster? The creator of that scenario, the architect, is none other than "Baby J" himself. He CHOSE to engage me; he CHOSE to include me in a scenario where he STOLE from one of his well-meaning Coaches and included ME as a detail to muddy the moral waters and hide in the murk. A few moment's research will make this clear.

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- My ongoing efforts, since DAY ONE, have been based upon BJ's best interests; unlike yours, and all the other Fawning Fanboys who toss the phrase "Legend" around relentlessly, as that poor deluded fool takes ass-whuppin' after ass-whuppin'. I told him:

A)You can't fight @ 145. Your body can't handle it, the guys down there are too fast, they're gonna touch y'up at will, and your brain doesn't have enough cushioning @'45.

B)If you have a LEGIT beef w/Ol' Lentzy-Boy, and y'wanna scrap, do it at 155, which is better, safer, and wiser for both of us, at this stage in our lives/careers. (I'm years younger, and in much better shape, and I know 155 is where I belong. He should have listened to me).

C) I acknowledged back then that a fight w/BJ had very ((VERY) limited value for my career trajectory. I suggested it (@ 155 lbs) as a way of motivating him to accept certain realities, give the fans an interesting fight (fans prize rivalries over everything else; over knockouts, over championships, over everything), and give him a chance to conclude his career like a Warrior, in front of his home crowd, in Hawaii.

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BJ chose a different path. Instead of a fight in Hawaii that would have motivated him, and galvanized his incredibly loyal fan-base to rally behind him and defend his honor, at a weight-class that was less risky and made more sense, he's chosen to get touched up and embarrassed on prelims in Oklahoma.

His choice. Me pointing these things out isn't "piling on", or "kickin' him when he's down!". They are simply stating the obvious, and drawing upon easily-verifiable statements I've made over the last few years. 

A few other related observations:

-Beowulf, Robin Hood, & Lady Godiva are "Legends". BJ Penn is a human being, whose actions have consequences, whose decisions affect not only himself but others (most notably his kids), and whose behaviours can be criticized, even in the form of ridicule. Calling him, or any fighter a "Legend" disconnects them from the 3 facts of their humanity that I elucidated above. This is dangerous for their long-term well-being. You, by calling him a "Legend", and castigating me, are willing accomplices, and ennablers, in his current career death-spiral. Congratulations.

-You don't have to be a fighter to write about fighting. But...it would help if you were a good writer, or a journalist. You, my friend, are neither. Unlike guys like Mindenhall, who is the best writer in MMA hands down, or a busted-down wretch like Raimondi who at least used to have a job in Sports Journalism, or a shrewd, carpetbagging, opportunistic fraud like Helwani, who got a degree in Journalism but can't form a complete thought or sentence, you are a blogger, a.....fanboy.

Your views are hopelessly biased in favour of your heroes; at its fundamental level, your involvement in MMA is based upon finding a way to monetize your obsessions. Because of that, you have no legitimate imprint, or signature. And, because of that, you spend time accusing me of doing what YOU actually do; profiting off a man's (Baby J, one of your "Legendary" heroes) slow-motion suicide for your moment of attention. Not ol' Lentzy-boy, who tried to help, and offered realistic, wise, alternatives to the Neurological Holocaust that is Baby J's imminent future.

Oh; and one last thing...

Your "vlog": Y'got prollums there, fella. In that horrid flannel shirt, unshaven, pale, pasty, howling into an iPhone, mustard-colored, dingy walls in background. You look like frigging ED GEIN, fella. If you're going for "Backwoods Serial Killer" as your "look", you've got it nailed. But if y'don't want the mailman silently praying you aren't gonna turn him into human keilbasa every time he trudges up your driveway, y'might wanna spruce up th'walls, run a shaver over that mushad', and get a clean, plain-color polo from, like, Old Navy or somethin'.

Just a lil' well-meaning advice mixed w/humor f'ya from yr ol' pal.  Kinda like I been givin' BJ....

Good luck with your blog. I'll be on the lookout for ya at the next fan expo, where you'll be clutching a hand-illustrated comic-book and wearing "BJ Penn Ears" you made out of your kid's Silly Putty.

Best always,

Nik "The Carny" Lentz