Nik Lentz svarar på BJ Penn’s utmaning – med en dikt

Den forne mästaren BJ Penn gick ut och meddelade att han vill återvända till oktagonen och ta sig an Nik Lentz i en fjäderviktsmatch. Lentz har nu svarat på utmaningen, med en dikt.

Som MMAnytt tidigare rapporterat vill alltså MMA-legenden och forne mästaren ta sig an fjäderviktaren Nik Lentz i ett återvändo till buren. Penn som gick sin senaste match mot Frankie Edgar i juli förra året där han förlorade via teknisk knockout i den tredje ronden. Efter matchen annonserade han sin pension men efter att ha varit borta från sporten i två år har han nu utmanat Lentz som har svarat på utmaningen i form utav en dikt.

Först skrev Lentz detta via Instagram:

I don’t even and have not worked with Dolce for quite some time…so fighting with me will have nothing to do with Dolce…but for the record…fuck you BJ. You talk too much now…you use to be about actions, but now like the spoiled little rich kid you are, all you do is talk. I’ll gladly fight you anytime. So get your mom and daddy to paint you some plans, fly Hawaii out to Vegas, give little baby Penn what he wants and come out of retirement …. This time I’ll make sure to retire you properly #BringPennBack

Utöver det så bjöd han på en dikt riktad mot Penn.

“A little poem for a little man” by Nik Lentz

Hey Beej,

It seems you’re mouthing off,
and making some cracks,
about my boy Mike Dolce,
because he can’t get back.

As you distort all the facts,
and reinterpret the past,
when he worked so hard to save you
from your own fat ass.

Then after you took your beating
instead of being a man
you pointed at him
and said it was his plan.

As you flailed around,
eating jabs and hooks
you didn’t blame yourself
you blamed your cook.

Which is really kind of like
the bully you are
You hog glory when you win
but from blame you stay far.

When a better fighter beats you,
not once, not twice,
but the same amount of times
as those little blind mice.

You got three chances to beat Frankie E
and he mopped the cage
with your legend
for all to see.

Now you sit in Hawaii
contemplating your doom
or beating up your friends
in hotel rooms

But nothing keeps you happy
so you persist
in seeking out glory
you’re a narcissist

All you are is an image
so now you must try
to reacquire the spotlight
narcissistics apply.

By calling out a nutritionist
or me, his friend
to try to suck more fame
before it all ends

But look at it from my place
as you light another joint
Me and you fighting
what’s the point?

Leaving you for dead
won’t move me up the ranks
in your last dozen fights
you absolutely stank

You’re defense is downright awful
So’s your attack
You haven’t looked good
since we invaded Iraq

You can’t knock me out
with a sock full of dimes
and like Frankie from New Jersey
I can beat you three times

But what vacuum in my career
can it possibly fill?
To tool you up standing
or take you down at will?

See, fighting is my present
and fighting is your past
So calling me out
makes you look like an ass

Like the videos on YouTube
I’m going to watch later
You’re like a cranky old man
offering to fight a bunch of skaters

A rusty old destroyer
that can no longer sink ships
Who gets beat up all the time
like a World Star clip

So save your idle chatter
This poem should let you know
I’m on my way somewhere
you can no longer go

So pack the bong and take a rip
Spend your money’s money
but stop your boring blathering
you fat old dummy

Borde BJ Penn stanna i pensionen eller göra en comeback?