Fresh Ben Askren health update issued as wife denies wild rumours former UFC star has died
BEN ASKREN is recovering in a Wisconsin hospital following his hospitalisation.
The former UFC welterweight was hospitalised last week after coming down with a severe case of pneumonia, which was brought on by a staph infection.
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Askren was in a critical condition and "unresponsive" in a Vegas hospital, according to his wife Amy.
But according to the 40-year-old's good friend, Daniel Cormier, he's now been moved to a different hospital.
The former two-division UFC champion said of his podcast host: 'Ben Askren, our good friend from 'Funky and the Champ', is having a hard time.
'That night that we did the last episode of 'Funky and the Champ', Ben was complaining about some issues.
"He had some infections. He had a really tough time when he went to that convention in Vegas, he was stuck there for a while.
'I wanna report to you guys that he's now back home in Wisconsin. He's with his family, his beautiful wife, Amy.
'Everybody is just kind of praying that Ben gets better and we can start moving forward with life for Ben.
'It's so sad. I don't know how things like this happen to someone who is so good because Ben Askren is a good guy.
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'Pray for Amy, guys. Pray for the kids. Ben, we love you, buddy. We are constantly thinking about him every single day.
'I cannot wait for the next 'Funky and the Champ' because we'll talk about that so much more.'
forced to deny swirling social media rumours that her husband had passed away.
She told TMZ her other half is "definitely still fighting".
Askren retired from mixed martial arts in November 2019 after going 1-2 in his three fights in the promotion.
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