After spending several hours riding through several states upon his black Ducati 1098s, Jack Nathanson left his motorcycle at the hotel of which he had booked for the night and after a short walk along the beach, sat down at the place where he and the love of his life would make love under the stars and just sat there, looking out at the calm ocean in front of him as all was basked in the warm glow of the brilliant sunset that was taking place. The burning ball of hot gas was slowly lowering behind the horizon, colouring the sky an awe inspiring mix of bright yellows, oranges and reds as what looked to be a trail of light led from it and through the waters below. It was a pleasant evening, not too hot, not too cold, a gentle breeze coming from the east that caused the leaves on the palm trees to occasionally rustle, but not much. In the distance, Jack could see people, small clusters of people, families probably, making the most of what they bought as they enjoyed the peaceful setting and paddled around in the sea, but he knew that they could not see him and that is what made the place where he was situated so appealing. Nobody came here, nobody thought about exploring beyond the golden sands of which they saw as soon as they exited the hotel and that was just fine by Mr Nathanson.
With the exception of StrikeZone, Jack had deliberately stayed away from the walls of where the activities of the Darkside Wrestling Federation partook. He wanted to distance himself from those he hated and what had disgusted him, as well as wanting to wean himself off of his addiction to his profession, He no longer wanted to be Jack E Breaker, the arrogant player of the game who scoffed at the citizens of the world and let his heart be consumed with the bitterness and disgust that came with the combative nature of the soap opera. He no longer wanted to be the man who was so dedicated to his craft that he pushed away everybody who he loved and had loved him, to the point where they could no longer find the will within themselves to push back into his heart. It was his dedication to his craft that had maimed his personal life. Realising that he would not succeed again without the fuel that came with his dark side, he allowed it to overwhelm his soul as he succeeded, but it had came with the dire consequences aforementioned. It had left him without family, without a single friend in the world, left him with a desire to just spend the rest of his life drinking at some times and just to pull the trigger and end it all at others. Jack had found his fortune, he had found his renewed success and had fought and defeated anybody he had wished to fight, with exception of two, even though he didn't like to admit it at that time and it didn't really matter at the moment of which this scene was set.
“Time to move on” Jack summarised in his head, knowing that he had to let his hatreds, his disgusts and most of all, his career behind him, although he intended to have his final match at Straight To The Grave, as it was the first DWF that he had fought in, three years ago, where he was defeated by Red Spyder, the point in his life where he realised that in order to succeed, he had to strip away the baggage and become the bastard which would eventually go on to have a tremendous, if controversial run within that organisation. Sentimental value really, nothing more, against Kade ideally but probably against Noish the way things have been going, even though it would mean that he would never be able to fight at a Last Rites event, the biggest show of the year, but that didn't matter to him. Jack had taken a lot of damage during his time and knew that he couldn't put permanent retirement off for so long, he couldn't allow the part of his life where he had suffered the aching bones and muscles, the damaged eye and the twisted soul to remain in his life for much longer. All he wanted to do now, was to go to that event and get that last high profile victory in front of the fans who will most definitely jeer, then walk out with his head held high, not looking back and not letting the people know that he wasn't coming back, until they figured it out for themselves. He had to keep his head down until then though, as he didn't want to go into that fight feeling anger towards his opponent, just wanting it to be a fight for the sake of sport, nothing more.
In truth, Jack's real goal in life was to defeat his demons, reunite with Rachael, build bonds with his son and become the good, loving husband and father that he should have been in the past, to live the idealistic life without fear of attack from the supernatural entities of this world. It was a selfish, shameful desire, one possible to achieve though, due to her last relationship with a man gone sour, a man Jack himself had to deal with for her. It wouldn't be easy to find his way back into her heart, nor would it be ethical, as deep inside, he knew it was the right thing to allow her and Sidney to leave his life without fear of protest and as she had gone on to become a success in her own right in the field of literature (children's books to be precise), it didn't seem fair to him to return to her and potentially fuck things up for her again, whether it be attempting the role of husband and father again and psychologically crashing like he had done for the last few years, or merely causing her distress as she opened the door to him. Yet whatever happens in the future, Jack knew from the time in his life where he had picked himself off the floor, that he had to defeat the demons in his life before doing so, he had to leave battling behind him and the hateful thoughts that came with it. He had to better himself as a man, he had to find out the reasons behind his nightmares and he had to find a way to make the bouts of feverish symptoms that came with them stop. Jack didn't know if he would be successful in being forgiven by Rachael and allowed back into her life, but if he was to at least try, then he had to do so without weight on his shoulders. Finish up at the DWF and bring the symptoms and the nightmares to an end, that was what needed to be done.
With Straight to the Grave over a month away though, Jack only focused on the nightmares which had plagued him, so sitting on the beach, dressed in black boots, navy jeans, a black shirt and that silver necklace with the sapphire pendant hanging from it, he simply waits to see Viper again, so that she will tell him of whatever she thought of the documents that he had written. He had visited the church where he had met up with her a few times, yet she was never there and even though he had remained in his office for the duration of StrikeZone, she hadn't come to see him, so he figured that Jack would not be able to find her, but she would come to see him whenever she saw fit to do so. So as the sun continues to set and the land gradually becomes darker, Jack remains seated, not worrying about the prospect of finding his way back to the hotel in the dark, as he had done so many times before, but just sitting there, watching the sun go down, contemplating life and waiting for the time when Viper will return to him.