GUEST BLOG: How I Defended Frank The Tank's Honor VS. Abels At Rough N' Rowdy 22 (By Jenks)

Rough & Rowdy 22 for Tank’s honor by guest blogger Jenks

I DMd Big Cat on Wednesday afternoon last week. I thought it’d be a cool gesture to offer to step in last second and fight as Frank’s champion. I did not think he’d respond. He is a very busy man and it was crazy short notice. Within two hours, Big Cat had me green lit by the West Virginia boxing commission. At Barstool, the bosses will make bold moves quickly if it serves the Stoolies. 

When I arrived in WV, Large had been asked by Stu Feiner to “help Jenks however you can” and he did just that. His biggest advice was: “When you are entering a fight you will absolutely focus on 1 of 2 things: either a way to get out of it, or a way to kick their ass. Go with the latter.”

Devlin and the whole Barstool crew were incredibly supportive leading up to the fight on the night of the weigh in. Thank you all.

On the day of the fight, Tank was producing content, so I spent the majority of my time nervously working (vQuip, check us out) or with Tank’s gem of a godbrudder, Abe.

I am flattered anyone could think I have a background in boxing. The truth is I don’t. My footwork was horrendous. Growing up, my best friends were badasses and got into scraps but I was literally forbidden by them from fighting. They always protected me and I was generally known as the wimp of the group. Their reactions to the accusations of my fighting experience have been priceless. If this gets published, I also want to shoutout Willy Gats and my friends from the 914 who passed too young and watched from heaven and were definitely STUNNED I did this. 

Love you guys. 

So I’m sitting in the locker room wearing basketball sneakers and Knicks shorts thinking what the fuck have I gotten myself into. And then Large’s sage advice came back to me. Focus on kicking his ass. 

My biggest concern was getting hit in the face (shocker). Because I’ve never sparred before. I have no instincts to dodge or block punches like my buddies back home. I thought maybe a jab would make my knees buckle, how would I know? So I made a decision: 

I AM going to knock him out. 

When Tank walked up to me behind the curtain before the music hit, I told him I was going to knock Abel out. He smiled and nodded. “Indeed”. Frank the fucking Tank.

The rest is a bit hazy. Fight or flight is real. I still haven’t watched the whole fight just clips, but nothing hurt. The only scary in-fight moment was when my shitty man bun exploded and I was blinded like someone put a mop on my head.

Large’s advice again kicked in and I threw multiple haymakers with all my power; and let’s be honest, I got pretty lucky that a clean right caught him on the button. Spencer Abel is TOUGH, no one can deny that.

I can’t thank everyone at Barstool enough: Big Cat to El Pres green lighting it in 48 hours. Guys like Jersey Jerry and Spider who were clearly busy but still stopped to say hi to me and give me confidence before the fight. 

And most of all thank you to Stu and Tank. These two guys have brought more fun into my life in 8 months than most people experience in a lifetime.

Stoolies, thank you all for the love. It’s not my win or Tank’s, it was for all aboard the Pirateship. Tank’s honor remains UNTAINTED.

Also grateful Steven Cheah agreed to go on a date with a random dude in January. 10x.

Viva. 

-Jenks