Jets and Queens Oct 9, 2016 22:58:11 GMT -6
Post by Ace Watson on Oct 9, 2016 22:58:11 GMT -6
There he was, finally back in England. It had been too long. Ace wished he could return every week, but the time it would take up just couldn't be justified. He was the longest reigning current VoW champion. He needed time to have time for training, the gym and to focus on whoever his next opponent was. Travelling to the UK every week would eat into that time majorly.
He had arrived the day before and stayed in his brother Henry’s London flat while he was away in France. Ace often received messages from his brother telling him the apartment was empty and that he could stay there if he wanted, but Ace found himself having to say no more than he could say yes to the offer.
Ace had been in the RAF base for over an hour. He had been run through a safety drill and was given and changed into some camo clothing to wear while at the base. Before now he had felt pure excitement for today, for his flight in a fighter jet. But it was then that he felt the nerves start to kick in, as he followed the guide through to the hangar.
There it was. The jet. He didn't know what type it was, he couldn't recognise it from the distance he was looking at it from, nor did he know if he'd be able to even if he was up close. His research into them was very minimal. He spotted a man stood beside it, who looked to be reaching up and testing a panel on the wing. He was the fighter jet pilot.
Ace walked towards the jet, his nerves growing bigger with every step taken across the large empty aircraft hangar. Visualising how the flight was going to go, trying to avoid worrying about anything going wrong.
Ace extended his gloved hand as he approached the pilot. The man was taller than he was, older too. He looked to be somewhere in between his late forties and mid fifties.
“Hello, I'm Kev, I'll be flying with you today.” He introduced himself clearly and confidently, shaking Ace’s hand.
“Declan.” He nodded. This did not seem like the right setting to call himself Ace. “Thanks for agreeing to take me up there, it's something I've wanted to do for a long time.”
Ace could tell Kev was experienced. The way he spoke so clearly and pronounced his words so well gave off that vibe.
“It's no problem, I take it you've never flown in one of these before?” Kev asked.
“No, this’ll be the first.” Ace answered.
“I always like seeing people's reactions experiencing flying like this for the first time.”
The engines blasted out a loud noise as the jet sped across the runway. Soon they'd be in the air, Ace sitting in the back seat, enjoying every moment leading up to something he had been hoping to do for a long time. He could see they were quickly running out of runway, and the voice of the pilot in his ear told him they were about to lift off into the air in
He felt it, they were in the air and rising quickly. Kev was speaking to him, but Ace fazed it out and only gave simple answers and responses, completely lost in the experience.
Watson was very young when he first found a fascination in flying in a fighter jet. It wasn't something he ever talked about with anyone though, it was just something he wanted to do eventually. In fact he barely even thought about it as he got older, it was kept in the back of his mind most of the time. It simply was just a thing he wanted to do one day. But here he was, now high above the clouds, living out a small goal he had had for a very long time.
“This is amazing.” Ace said into the mouthpiece attached to his helmet, his brain finally out of autopilot.
“It really is.” Kev responded.
They were in the air for twenty minutes before Kev brought the jet down to the ground. Ace thanked his pilot again for allowing him the chance to fly in the jet, took some pictures with Kev and a few other people working there, and headed back home.
Ace could smell Bianca’s perfume as soon as she walked through the door. They hadn't seen each other in almost a week while Ace was in the U.K., and he was happy to see her again. She had been out shopping in Los Angeles when Ace got back to their home in Malibu, and was slightly saddened when he found out she wasn't there when he got home.
Ace stood up off of the couch and walked towards the door, where Bianca stood holding many expensive branded shopping bags, looking at him with an innocent smile on her face.
“Hey boo!” She said, “Can you help me with these?”
“Hey, B,” he walked towards her and took hold of the bags in her hand, placing a kiss on her lips as he leant forward. “Yeah I got them.” He took them through the hall and placed them on the floor by the stairs, ready to be taken to their bedroom. Ace looked down at all the bags, eyeing up the contents. “How much did you spend, B?”
“Oh a thousand… Maybe nearly two.” She walked towards him, slowly, putting one foot in front of the other for every step, swaying her hips subtly. “Only the best for your Queen.” She pushed her body up against his, her hand resting on his chest, looking at him with her piercing blue eyes.
“B… that's a lot of money.” He said, trying to resist her softening up methods.
“You mean you don't think your Queen deserves the very best things?” Bianca frowned slightly, but kept her same position.
“I… erm, well obviously I want you to have nice things… But... we’re gonna need that money.” Ace said, trying not to say anything to upset her. Bianca had a lot of control over Ace, way more than he’d ever admit.
“Sshhh, it's all on Daddy’s card.” She gently rubbed her hand on his chest, looking up at him innocently again. “Don't worry about it.”
Ace said nothing, his eyes fixated on hers. She grabbed his hand and started to lead him through to the living room, where once they reached the couch she pushed Ace down onto it, standing in front of him.
“What you need to worry about…” She pulled off her t-shirt and dropped it onto the floor. Then opened the button of her jeans, then slide them down and off her long legs. “... Is taking care of your Queen…”
Bianca sat on his lap, a leg either side of him, locking him down in that position. He could not resist her, she basically gave him no choice. “You know you love me, and you know you love doing your job for me…”
“I'm not going to waste any time with this. Valerie, you are not going to beat me. It just is not going to happen. And you can talk about how you already beat me despite knowing that in actual fact YOU didn't beat ME.”
“No, what actually happened is Matt Slater beat Jessica E. Mathis. I did not get pinned. You did not beat me. Yes it is a predictable ‘excuse’ but it is the truth.”
“Now Valerie you have a lot to prove. You have the matches you've won in the past to say earned you the shot at my Zero Gravity Championship, but those matches mean nothing when we step in that ring. When that bell rings it will all be about whether you can hack it when the stakes are high.”
“See now I don't think you're as strong as you say you are. I don't think you'll be able to handle the pressure. You say about how you've got lots of fans, and you know they'll all be watching you. You know the pressure is on. And if you think you having a larger fanbase than me will really affect the outcome of this match then just ask your friend Katie Moicelle how much having fans helped her when she wanted to take this title from me. And she has way more fans than you do.”
He adjusts the belt over his shoulder.
“And Valerie you aren't the only one who can back what they say up in the ring. I said I'd beat Moicelle and I did, I said I'd beat Ambrose and Jamo, and I did. When it comes to defending my title I back down for no one. Even when my face is busted up or the odds are against me. I still win.”
“My methods are challenged and questioned but I get results. There's no denying it.”
“I do what I have to do to win. I do what I have to do to make my reign Last even longer than it already has. I've set my goal to beat Moicelle’s reign. And I've set my goal to successfully retain my title more than five times. The record Moicelle failed to beat. Today is day one hundred and fifteen. One hundred and fifteen days added to my legacy. My reign will not end at Armed and Dangerous.”