Welcome Back Home - Emilio Vialpando RP

[Dreamscape]

At home in Los Angeles, CA, Emilio was in his bathroom taking a shower. He just woken up after a little nap after having company earlier this afternoon. His new puppy CoCo was running around the house like a mad dog playing with one of her favorite toys. She was a hyper little shepherd pup and didn’t seem to be calming down anytime soon. With the music playing in his bedroom while he was taking his shower Emilio didn’t have much care in the world other than he was relaxed. Suddenly a loud crash was heard from his living room that made him stop what he was doing. He poked his head out of the shower after pulling back the curtain.

”The hell?”, said while poking his head out. Emilio shook his head and turned off the water. He stepped out the shower and grabbed the white towel off the toilet to dry himself off before wrapping it around his waist. ”CoCo?! The hell you break?”. CoCo was heard barking at something and ignoring him calling for her. Stepping out of the bathroom still wet from the shower he walks into his bedroom and sees the grey Victoria Secret’s laced thong from the woman who visited him earlier on the end of his bed next to his clothes he had laid out. He smirked a little but turned back towards the hallway leading to the living room after another crash was heard followed by more barking from CoCo.

”Aye what’s going--”, Emilio was punched in his jaw once he made it down the hallway and seen his living room halfway flipped over by the intruders CoCo was barking at. He stumbled back into the wall holding his jaw. Before he could go to swing back the man who punched him grabbed him by the neck and pinned him up against the wall.

”Gimme a reason boy! Oh I swear gimme a fucking reason, I’ll knock your n***er ass out right here right now!”, Officer Bradley said while pulling back ready to strike another blow on Vialpando. Emilio hasn’t seen this man or his partner Detective Bates in a while. Ever since Capo orchestrated Officer Hughes’ death they’ve backed off of him and Capo’s Rolling 60’s Crips crews. They must of gotten shaken up by it and didn’t expect for Hughes to get shot just for tailing Vialpando around everywhere he went. Emilio struggled to move as Bradley tightened up his grip around his neck.

”Nice place you got here, Vialpando. I don’t think I ever stopped by to check out the place., Detective Bates said while admiring the wreckage he caused inside Emilio’s living room. CoCo stood there on her short legs barking her head off at him until Bates kicked her causing her to whimper. ”Oh shut the hell up you mangy mutt! Bout annoying ass those dirty Mexicans we arrested a couple days ago. I don’t know what it is with you people. You and them monkeys don’t know how to keep your damn mouths shut to save your lives.”. Bates looked back at Emilio pinned up against the wall and chuckles at the sight of him being helpless. Go ahead and let em go Chet. He isn’t going anywhere. Ain’t that right, boy?.

Bradley let Emilio go but not before punching him in his gut as hard as he could causing Emilio to drop down to his knees holding his midsection couching struggling to breathe. ”The fuck y’all want?”. Emilio said while still trying to catch his breath. ”We just wanted to give you a warm welcome back home, Emilio! I mean you did sort of up and leave the country out of nowhere on us without warning. And you’ve been busy since you got back. We’ve been busy. You know how it is, don’t ya superstar?”. ”Yeah. Don’t ya pretty boy?”.

Emilio looked up at the two police officers and shook his head. ”You n****s come bust in my house just to tell me that shit?”. Detective Bates shakes his head and walks over to Emilio. Emilio slowly stands up to his feet clenching his fist trying his best to hold back from retaliating. ”No. This was just a reminder, Vialpando. A reminder that your spanish speaking n***er ass still being watched. We’re still out there. Because we know that one of these days you and your little buddies “Capo” and “AK” are gonna slip up soon. And I just can’t wait till that day comes so we can lock all your asses up. I would just love to see you rot behind bars, Vialpando. It would make my fucking day to get you monkeys off of my streets.”, Bates stood there in Emilio’s face staring at him hard.

A call on Bradley’s radio came in requesting for them to report to a nearby address. Bradley sighed wanting to stay and beat up on Vialpando a little more. He enjoyed making the gangsters and anyone associated with them of Los Angeles lives a living hell. Bates backs off of him Emilio and chuckles. ”You have yourself a good evening, Emilio. Don’t go doing something I wouldn’t, ya hear? Let’s go Chet.”. Bates turns and heads out of the house while Bradley stood there with a smug smile on his face. ”Don’t think we forgot about Hughes either. You tell your boy I said, an eye for an eye. And a tooth for a tooth. Matter of fact why don’t you write that down? I know how forgetful you sombrero wearing faggots are. Haha...Adios puto.”. Bradley laughs as he exits the house. Emilio walks towards the doorway watching the unmarked police cruiser drive off.

[REC]

"I grew up watching mi padre y tios come up in this business. You may look at LAX now and see something of prestige and greatness but that isn't just cause of me. That's because of them and what they sacrificed to make LAX into what it's known to be today. An unstoppable force that no one shall dare to mess with...But truthfully who am I kidding when I say that? I'm now the only piece of relevance in LAX. Hell, I am LAX. LAX wouldn't be a damn thing without me and there's really nothing can say or do to tell me any different. Let the old men live in their little golden years. Let them bask in their past glory that nowadays don't really amount to shit. And mi primo Sean? Jaja sure he had his little "World Heavyweight Championship" run over in Pride but if we gonna be honest with ourselves a championship belt held in that defunct dump was the equivalent to getting a toy out of a cereal box. So like I said, I'm the only piece of relevance in LAX. Nobody else...Just me. I'm the one holding the reigns to this Dynasty. I'm the one who even put this shit back on the map. Not any of these sad ass cabrons who think they've done something to say that they have. That's why when people think of LAX, they don't think of any of them. Shit, they probably don't even know who they are jaja. But when they do think of LAX...They think of me. Because I'm the best thing to ever happen to and come out of it. Scratch that...I'm the best thing to ever happen to my entire familia. 

But that’s not all. No, no amigos. I’m the best thing to ever happen to wrestling. Can anybody dispute that? If you haven’t answered the question I’ll go ahead and do it for you. The answer is no. 

Not even some snobby silver spoon fed kid from the UK like Levi can deny that. Because he knows deep down past all the false pride y bravado he knows just doesn’t stand a chance when it comes to competing against me. I mean who is he compared to me? Some kid banking off a trust fund that thought it might be cool to wrestle one day? What is that compared to a third generation superstar? Unlike Levi, I was made for this. I’m bred from the best and even in the past two years of wrestling I’ve already surpassed all of them. Chambers es just a little pequeno praying that someone notices him. Unfortunately for him, I’m already where he wants to be. He wants to be in the same light as me. I wouldn't even be surprised if he looked up to me. Lord knows he wouldn't be the first. There's no shame in it though. It's quite common for people under me to look up to me. I am the Upper Echelon of course. The highest standard. You should be inspired by me Levi. You should want to be as good as me. We both know you'd never be that. But hey, you can dream right? Just remember Levi you'll never be me...

I am the future. I am the present. I am...The Show."

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