The scene opens on the same graveyard from episode eight of ACW Adrenaline. Rain is pouring down hard, soaking the ground and everything else as Heath is seen walking around, looking at each of the tombstones. As the camera gets closer, Heath places his hand on one of the headstones and crouches down, looking at it and running his hand across the stone for a moment before letting his hand rest motionlessly. His hair hangs in his face as he begins to speak.
Heath Venomous: Inevitability. Something that is unable to be avoided, evaded, or escaped. Something certain to occur, happen, or come. Something...necessary. For example, facing the consequences of committing a heinous act, paying money to sustain estate and supply sustenance, and my personal favorite, for you humans, death. Even before you physically entered into this world and took in your first breath, you were destined to die. Every day you encounter situations that make you face your own mortality, not a situation arises that you don't have to swallow the bitter pill that is the reality of what is in your possession, a limited lifespan. Only one thing is inevitable when it comes to myself, and that is what I have set out to do being accomplished. Before my fated encounter with Zasalamel and Andrew Sanders, I stated that my concern was not with achieving victory, and from the moment I walked through that curtain to the moment the match ended, that remained true. When I went to that ring, my focus remained on what I told you it would remain on, sending a message. And while the encounter was brief and the outcome was undetermined, I succeeded in sending that message. When Zasalamel struck me in the head with a steel chair, he and everyone else thought I was finished then and there, and if I was anyone else, I would've been. But being who and what I am, my tolerance for pain is heightened beyond that of a thousand men, so what would've surely shattered the top of another man's skull and sent him spiraling into a black hole of agony only succeeded in inspiring an adrenaline rush and didn't even break my flesh. When I got up from that attack, there was a collective gasp from all of you as a cold wind of disbelief overtook the arena. It was that moment that everyone who had heard my words and ignored them remembered them, it was that moment that all of the doubters believed and those who weren't taking me seriously took me more seriously than they'd ever taken another being in their life.
When I got up, I proved that I had arrived at Alternative Championship Wrestling looking for not a fight, but a war. Not with a purpose, but with a mission, and if it had to start with the psychological mastermind Zasalamel, then it would. But I offer that compliment lightly, because with just a few punches, I made him lose all control of his cerebral edge as he circled the ring in a blind rage and then, in what appeared to be reality setting in, left the ring and had no further altercation with me. That reality setting in was an extension of what was realized earlier, not only was I here with an itinerary, not only was I looking for physicality, but I was opposition he not only couldn't defeat, but didn't want to try, so he ran. And those that are fans of his and are familiar with his vendetta against Andrew Sanders will refute my statements and point out that he was merely going after Andrew, they'll point out that Zasalamel himself stated that he has no issue with me and will only inflict harm on me if I stood between him and Andrew. While he was true to his word and didn't physically lay a finger on me, he did initiate conflict and, in my eyes, he did run away when I didn't stay on the mat. For now, Zasalamel, I will lay this on the backburner, for you and I have entirely different things on our plate this week. You have a street fight with Abram Vance, while I once again find myself in a three-man throwdown.
Andrew Sanders, last week you refused to do battle with Zasalamel and myself. But the crossing of our paths is fated, and since you have been placed in my crosshairs for a second consecutive week, you can see that what I am saying is so. Heath Venomous cannot be avoided, evaded, or escaped, Andrew. What is presently playing out is what I was speaking of earlier, inevitability. You may be driven away from the desire to compete by your cowardice, but be it whole-heartedly, half-heartedly, or with no heart at all, on May 6th you shall come to that ring and I will exsanguinate you. This encounter is being billed as your last chance, and for your mockery, your disrespect, and your refusal to honor your contractual obligations to participate, I will ensure that the headline is an honest one, and that your last chance will be a blown opportunity.
But, as I pointed out, you are not the only other man in this contest. Joining us will be Alex Styles, who, unlike you, hasn't had any type of interaction with ACW's "Last Vampire" yet. Alex this week you fill the role that I filled last week. Much like Zasalamel, I now have an axe to grind with Andrew Sanders, and your participation in this puts you smack in the middle of an issue between two persons that you have nothing to do with. With that said, unlike Zasalamel to me last week, I issue you no word of warning. Whether you attempt to keep me from Andrew or not, fate has slotted you into this settling of grievances for a reason, and because of that I see you the same way I see Andrew, with a bullseye on your chest. Overdrive will not be a repeat performance of April twenty-second, all three of us will be in this ring when the bell rings and I will get my hands on both of you. And when my appetite has been satiated enough for the evening, I will put both of you out, Alex Styles. You out of consciousness, and Andrew out of the ACW.
It all comes down to that one word, gentlemen. Inevitability...
Heath gets up, turns around, and walks away, disappearing in the fog and the rain.
