23:00 hours on Monday the 12th of October 2009 and with the moon and stars displayed brilliantly in the clear night sky, a partially shadowed figure stood atop grains of sand at the waters edge, ice blue eyes gazing out aimlessly at the ocean and it's reflective beauty as wind driven waves crested, then invaded the land, reached out to touch the black leather of the figures formal boots and receded back into the ocean just as fast as it had came. It was a bitterly cold night with strong gusts of winds that caused the figure to shiver slightly as it blew his shoulder length hair behind him, but it wasn't enough to persuade him to cut the trip down memory lane short and return to the hotel of which he and the woman he used to call his soul mate used to create his some of his fonder memories of the past. He just stood there, dressed in black slacks, a black belt, black gloves, a white shirt with the top button undone and a brown leather collared storm wear coat, the breeze continuing to blow, the waves continuing the crash upon the shore and the moonlight continuing to shine upon the pale skin and handsome, athletic, if slightly rugged features of the combat sport and Darker Realms battle veteran known as Mr Jack Edward Nathanson, better known as The Worlds Superior, Jack E Breaker.
It was a beautiful, if slightly physically uncomfortable night that brought back warm, pleasant memories of the past that also caused painfully present mental torments to return. He remembered a time at the very spot of which he was standing, where he and his past love would be rolling around in a passionate embrace that often led to naughtier things, the sweet smile and the twinkling blue eyes of said woman being the key of the warmth within the soul as opposed to the fairly thin but well curved body and the physical pleasure derived from ploughing your woman in a place where you're really not supposed to, an act that could lead to much embarrassment if caught by anyone at all, especially those with cameras. Yes, behind that innocence was a naughty streak that didn't often rear it's head and had to be coaxed out of her on occasion, but when it was unleashed, pleasant memories were quickly created for the immediate and distant future. Even though he had long ago gotten over the fact that reconciliation with Rachael was not for the best interests of both of them, the warmth of those memories still stung him with the fact that she was the only true source of happiness throughout most of his life. She was gone, having one night stands with his old enemies and despite spending months searching for something or someone to make life feel worth living, at the end of it all, Jack still had nothing but his dignity, fortune and legacy and as such, still felt aimless and completely and utterly alone.
Jack had believed that he was meant to ascend to another level of life at late December of last year, whether it be by mere death or other means, but he had survived and as such, was stuck in a life that he had little spiritual connection to, no family, no friends, no career and no hobbies aside from riding his bikes on rural roads as fast and as recklessly as he possibly could. It wasn't much different on the months leading to it or even the years, aside from his obsession with recapturing his glory as a competitor for the Darkside Wrestling Federation, an obsession that eventually led to the personal downfall that still caused pain to this very night. It was a pain that Jack held to himself with quiet dignity as he rode his steed, fought his enemies, lived his life and fucked his women, but despite the travelling, the exploration and the partying, it still lingered, the thought that nobody could fill the void that was left by Rachael and that nothing could fill the void that was left when he decided to leave a seven year plus career spent at the GTWF, CWF and DWF behind. It felt like a constant fight against apathy, a struggle to keep that gun out of his mouth and the sword from his heart, but a fight that didn't offer much motivation for victory aside from the idea that there shall eventually be light at the end of the tunnel, an idea that felt fruitless for much of the time. He just lived from day to day, visiting new areas and trying new things and finding reasons to continue onto the next day, but ultimately failing to do so.
That's not to say that the many different experiences that Jack had sought out and went through were miserable, they were not, but as fun as they were, they did not cure him of his sickness and didn't make it any easier for him to keep those thoughts from overwhelming him as he lay his head upon a pillow and shut his eyes. Yet as he lay there and as he looked out to sea on this night, the so called Ring General wondered if he should act upon an impulse to return to the career that he had obsessed about so unhealthily in the past, even though it had brought out such ugly and self destructive tendencies. Whether Jack liked his past or not, what was fact was that everything that he had could be attributed to his career, from his fame to his money, to his skills and to his intelligence and to his more pleasant memories and the family and friends that were no longer with him. Upon reflection, it had hit Jack when he looked back and saw how many...or how few friends that he had made throughout his long and storied career, so many lost opportunities for happiness in the pursuit of victory, so would it be possible that he could find the solutions to his problems within the seedy and sadistic walls of the Darkside Wrestling Federation? Could he find friendship or even love in the DWF? Or would it just be following a dangerous path to the darker side of himself that he hadn't released in months, just for an absurd idea of finding something that may not be able to exist in such a realm? Would trying be worth the risk? Would it even be worth the effort in the first place? Surely it was undignified to even think about doing such for such pathetic reasons?
The sheer idea of returning to the DWF after everything Jack had went through with that company, was typically answered with a resounding refusal and then put back into the back of the mind so that fresh thoughts and concerns could come to the front, but after repeated failures, the question would pop back to the front and he found it harder to refuse each time. Jack Nathanson was too far conditioned to the life that he had previously lived and although he was at odds with most of the creatures that he had encountered, he generally identified with them far more than those he had encountered on his travels, those with no idea about the true weaknesses of humanity as opposed to the superior beings that they didn't even know that existed. Whether Jack was a human or not and no matter where he started fighting, he was a fully integrated member of the Darker Realms, a being who had experienced far more than the average human who walked the street, a being who had tangled with vampires and gods and other powerful beings and that was something that could not be ignored when trying to engage with another human on a personal level. It made the possibility of Jack finding someone rather slim, whether it be love or friendship, there were few humans who truly understood the nature of what he had immersed himself in for years, whether they watched the product or not. After all, who would possibly understand, let alone even believe Jack if he told them that he was one of a trio of individuals, one being a vampire and another from an alternate dimension, who together, saved the world from a malevolent, black feathered god who could fly with a single wing attached to his back?
It seemed that Jack would simply be destined to live the remainder of his life alone and misunderstood, but whether he should return to the DWF and try to find those who can give him a sense of spiritual fulfilment, a sense of completion, even though the idea of succeeding could and had been dismissed as mere bullshit in the past, but had gained weight the more he searched and the more he thought about why he was unable to truly bond with his human kind. It had turned from something that was easily dismissed, to a very tough decision to make.
Excluding the two hours that Jack had spent wandering the beach and the dense woods behind it, Jack had stood on this very spot for three hours and had done nothing but look ahead, reminisce about his past and contemplate his future. It was two o clock in the morning, tiredness was affecting him heavily, the temperature had dropped, the wind had picked up and Jack was suffering and decided to call it a night. He turned around and started walking along the coastline, back towards the secluded hotel where he and his ex had spent many nights together, whilst knowing that he would be able to get a good nights sleep and a good lie in on the next day, as he had absolutely no plans for tomorrow or any day after. All Jack had was his health, his money, his trusty black Ducati 1098S, a world that he needed to continue exploring and a life that he needed to give meaning and substance to before he made the decision to end it on a particularly low note. Mr Jack Edward Nathanson, a man who had everything... a man who had nothing...in front of him were two paths...one of which being humanity and the other...Darker Realms...would he stay on course or turn down onto the path of sin? The very path that he once swore that he would never return to? It was not a question that would be answered on this night.
