The Unstoppable Force and the Immovable Object: Mad Dog Connelly vs Calvin Tankman

Mad Dog Connelly vs Calvin Tankman GCW The Last Ones Left 6/20/26

MD: Once upon a time Austin Connelly was a man like any other, a man like you and I. 

This world that we live in, however, this world that he had to endure day after day, year after year, it changes a man. Some of us can go about our lives keeping our heads down, watching, observing, yeah, even writing, instead of doing. 

Half of any crime is opportunity. 

We all have the intent deep down, whether we want to admit it to ourselves or not, but Austin Connelly had the opportunity we didn't. He was a professional wrestler, a fighter, a warrior. His trade, the living he made, was one of violence. When violent tendencies, the violent possibilities that tug at each and every one of us, and violent opportunities come together, a beast can be born. And so he was, bursting forth full grown from an unhealable wound upon the world. 

Mad Dog Connelly is an unstoppable force, ever roaming, a shark unable to stop, a predator that has to take the most vicious, the most onerous path. No choice, no hesitation, no regret. Pressing ever on.

Calvin Tankman, however, is an unmovable object. He'd taken some time to heal up, to recenter himself. Now he was back on the scene on home turf, in front of a crowd that was 95% supportive. 

What happens when an unstoppable force meets an unmovable object? The heavens themselves shake.

Connelly can be driven to acts of animal ingenuity, and he would be here soon enough, but his first instinct was to charge forth. He did so again and again, bounding right off of Tankman with sweeping momentum that would have taken down any lesser man. Tankman brushed him off like he was nothing. 

He was not nothing. He was rage and fury embodied in a mortal frame. The fight spilled the outside. Connelly gnarled at Tankman with teeth and forearms. Tankman staggered but struck back. 

And then they found the chain.

To Connelly, the chain is a comfort; the chain contains him, grounds him. The chain is a burden, for he is Sisyphus ever dragging the weight of the world behind him with it. It is not a weapon, no more than a fist or a foot is a weapon. It is a part of him.

Tankman learned that quickly, winning the tug of war but losing the war of momentum, Connelly shifted at the last moment to cause Tankman to careen into the post. From there, the choking began. The great equalizer. On the ground, any two men are the same size, and in this case, one man had linked rings of steel to wrap around the throat of the other.

He could have left Tankman for dead. That wasn't enough though. It wasn't satisfying. A few minutes of violence against an opponent so formidable? It didn't quench the need. It brought no peace, no quiet, no respite. It did not relieve the pressure. The boulder continued to press down upon Sisyphus.

So they made it back to the ring and he gave in to his desire to gutwrench him over, and then, when that proved ultimately futile, to trade strikes. Connelly's strikes were mighty, but even the harshest wind cannot punch down a mountain (at least not in the span of a day). And this mountain punched back. 

Tankman took over, knocking Connelly around the ring. He went for a power bomb, but Connelly blocked it. For a moment, the unstoppable force made himself an immovable object. It would not last. Tankman packaged him up, hefted him up, and turned that into a power bomb. Yet Connelly would not stay down.

Nor would he stop fighting. He would not because he could not. It's as simple as that.

He crawled his way out of a body slam and took out Tankman's leg from behind, cutting down a tree that he could not blow over. He hammered him in the corner with explosive dropkicks, and then, a rare sight indeed, he rose to the top, flying off with a diving headbutt. Tankman would not stay down either.

Heading back up to the top to fire off another shot, he found Tankman before him having given chase. Connelly meant to flip over him and power bomb him. Maybe he couldn't gutwrench him, but clever beast that he was, he could use gravity to his advantage. 

Tankman would not be moved. Instead he backdropped Connelly over, rose the rest of the way to the top, and just as Connelly had tried to become an immovable object before, Tankman himself now became an unstoppable object, flipping feet over head with a thudding moonsault. 

The fire within Connelly did not stop. The force continued to push against all of the injustices and hypocrisies of the world, but this once, with Tankman pressed down upon him, the force stoppable or not, simply had nowhere to go.

In the clash of these two primeval entities, the object bested the force on this night. But the force would travel on for the pressure is unbearable and the boulder ever needs pushing.