The Gang Has A 4th of July Bash
Jul 4, 2020 14:47:17 GMT -6
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Post by Dominic Sanders on Jul 4, 2020 14:47:17 GMT -6
Friday, July 3, 2020
11:01 PM Japan Standard Time
Kōrakuen Hall
Bunkyo, Tokyo, Japan
“That’s it, Mr. Sanders.”
As the doctor walks away, Dominic Sanders looks down at his left wrist. A new plaster hard cast has been affixed to it. He turns his arm and winces at the pain still lingering. He slowly hops off of the physician’s table in the back of Kōrakuen Hall and limps to the door. Cora Whittaker is standing there with Dominic’s duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
“You ready?”
“Let’s get going.”
Cora and Dominic walk slowly to the parking lot. A limousine awaits them, ready to take them to the airport.
“I cannot WAIT to go back to the States to our lake house to celebrate the holiday. Thank GOD for the time difference. We would never make it for the 4th.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh come on, baby. Put a smile on your face. I know losing the Tag Team Championships tonight stung... especially to our girls. But you’ve got to shake it and move on. Besides, I’ve got a surprise for you in the limo.”
“Oh reaaaaally?”
Sanders perks up a little bit at the suggestion.
“Well, not quite THAT type of a surprise, but you’ll still appreciate it.”
Sanders and Cora reach the limousine. Sanders opens the door and allows Cora to get in with his duffel bag. Gingerly, Sanders slips into the limousine. He shuts the door behind him and looks up ahead in the seat facing him.
“Wow… What are you doing here?”
Ace King puts a small pained smirk on his face. Evidence of raw spots from the chain that Melody used on him shade the corners of his mouth. He looks at Dominic and wipes a wrinkle out of his shirt.
“Cora said you guys were celebrating the Fourth and asked if I was interested in joining. After tonight, I could use something to take my mind off of things. And I have some time on my hands, so I might as well.”
Despite his mood, Sanders smiles at his partner. He didn’t ever expect to spend a holiday with this man, despite being new friends and tag team partners.
“You’re more than welcome. I apologize that we aren’t doing this in celebration. I put that solely on me... Now, let’s get to the jet. If we leave by midnight, we will arrive in Los Angeles by 6:00 PM on July 3rd. Plenty of time to get to Havasu.”
Sanders and Cora toast Ace with their cocktails. Ace holds up a bottle of water and the limousine takes off for the airport.
Saturday, July 4, 2020
6:23 PM Mountain Standard Time
Jordan Sharpe’s Cottage Lake House
Lake Havasu City, Arizona
It’s a beautiful July day, 32 degrees with a nice little breeze (that’s like 90 degrees or something for you Yanks) and Jordan Sharpe doesn’t have a care in the world. He’s at his new cottage by the lake with his manager, Carley California, and they’re chilling by the water as he drinks a Monster Energy. She looks over at him from her beach chair.
“You know, a girl could get used to this whole vacation thing. You should just skip Prime altogether from now on.”
He scoffs.
“Yeah, OKAY. Like I can afford a LAKE HOUSE under my normal circumstances.”
“Whatever. Shut up you’re ruining my tan.”
She lays back on the beach chair as the sunset begins to start. The sparkle of the water creates an incredible view as Jordan takes a look out across the lake at all the other cottages and houses.
Damn there are a lot of nice places here. We did pretty well for ourselves. Shit is really comin’ together… Wait a sec…
His eyes stop on one spot as he squints.
“Carley… Across the lake. Is that……?”
Saturday, July 4, 2020
6:26 PM Mountain Standard Time
Lake Havasu
Lake Havasu City, Arizona
“No fucking way.”
Dominic Sanders lowers his sunglasses off of his face. He peers across Lake Havasu. Shining in the sun is the Indy Championship, resting on a beach chair next to the shore. He sees the tattooed Jordan Sharpe freaking out for the same reasons he is.
“What is it, babe?”
Cora doesn’t need an answer. She stands next to him and sees what Dominic sees.
She also sees Carley California. The two of them start to seethe a little bit.
“I’m going over there.”
“I’m coming with you.”
Ace King steps up next to his partner.
“Stay here, Ace. As much as I would love to fight with my partner, this one is all about me. This one is personal.”
"You're ACTUALLY going over there?"
"Of course I am. I’m in a pretty bad mood right now. I’ve got to take it out on something. I think I'm in the mood to 4th-of-July-Bash his face in!"
Saturday, July 4, 2020
6:32 PM Mountain Standard Time
Lake Havasu
Lake Havasu City, Arizona
As Sanders drives his golf cart through the neighborhood, he and Cora search for the house of their attention. He finally notices something. Sanders brings the golf cart to a sudden halt. The license plate on a vehicle in a driveway is what catches his attention.
Sanders knows this is the one. Sanders steps into the driveway and begins moving towards the house. Immediately, Jordan Sharpe comes out of nowhere and spears Sanders into the black Chevrolet Tahoe in the driveway. Sanders grabs his ribcage. Sharpe yells at Sanders for even thinking about coming to his house. Meanwhile, Cora and Carley are rolling around the grass throwing slaps at each other in a good old fashioned “cat fight!”
Sharpe’s neighbor, Ted, pulls their family vehicle into their driveway. As Ted and his wife Julie get out of their Honda Odyssey, they watch the fighting going on between Sharpe and Sanders and Carley and Cora.
“Jordan? Goodness gracious… what the heck is going on over there?”
“Ahhh shoot, Ted. Not a dang thing. Don’t worry about it. Darren, stay in school buddy.”
Ted and Julie make comments to each other as they unload their three kids - Darren, Adam, and Lexi - from the back of the mini-van. Lexi, the youngest, tries to run over to the action. Ted blurts out.
“Lexi, no!”
He snatches the four year old up and the Burton family rushes into their house, locking the door.
Sanders gingerly gets to his knees. Sharpe is distracted by his neighbors. Sanders drills Sharpe with a low blow uppercut! Sharpe doubles over in pain.
Sanders gets up to his feet and slowly drags Sharpe towards the cottage. Once they reach the doorway of the cottage, Sanders begins to slam Sharpe face-first into the doorbell button over and over again.
Sanders laughs as he tosses Sharpe into the foyer of the cottage. Sanders limps into the cottage and looks around.
“What a shithole!”
Sanders kicks Sharpe in the ribs. He looks over and sees a case of Monster Energy drink. Sanders grabs one and cracks it open. He takes a sip of it and then mists it into Sharpe’s face. Carley California comes out of nowhere and jumps on Sanders’ back. Sanders flails around for a second. Finally, Cora comes and tears Carley off of Sanders. The two ladies go back to fighting on the carpet. Sanders turns around into a superkick from Sharpe. Sharpe wipes some Monster away from his face. He picks Sanders up and drags him over to the kitchen. Sharpe grabs a frying pan from the pantry and slams it down in the middle of Sanders’ spine. Sanders arches his back in pain. Sharpe brings the pan up once more and slams it down onto the new hard-cast on Sanders’ left wrist. Sanders grabs his arm in pain. Before Sharpe can use it again, Sanders kicks Sharpe in the back of the knees and sweeps his legs out from under him. Sharpe hits his back hard on the tile floor and the frying pan tumbles out of the kitchen. Sanders rolls over on top of Sharpe and starts throwing right fists into Sharpe’s face.
“YOU… SON… OF… A… BITCH! YOU… AL… MOST… RUINED… MY… LIFE!”
Sanders gets up off of Sharpe. He slowly moves into the living room to catch his breath. Sharpe gets up to a knee and then up to his feet. He sprints at Sanders. Sanders turns. Sharpe spears Sanders again, this time into a huge wooden rack of DVDs. DVDs drop off of the rack on top of Sanders as he lays there. Sharpe gets up and grabs the half-empty ten-foot-tall wooden DVD rack. He tips it over and topples it on top of Sanders.
Sharpe plops down on the couch to catch his breath. Sanders slowly crawls out from under the carnage, a large bloody knot forming on his forehead. Sanders crawls out completely and Sharpe gets off of the couch. He walks over to Sanders but Sanders grabs him, tossing him hard through the window of the cottage and onto the back patio. Sanders maneuvers around broken glass and drags himself out of the screen back door and onto the back porch. Sharpe rolls up to his feet and grabs a broomstick that was leaning against the safety railing of the deck. He swings the broomstick at Sanders, nailing him in the ribs. He swings a second time, but Sanders catches the broomstick under his arm and clenches the stick into his body. Sanders yanks the broomstick towards himself and short-arm clotheslines Sharpe hard to the deck.
Sanders looks off of the deck and sees a kayak. He walks down the steps slowly over to the kayak. He grabs one of its oars from inside. Sharpe comes out of nowhere and drives a forearm into Sanders' chin. Sanders stumbles away. Sharpe bends over and grabs a second oar. He and Sanders stand apart from each other, each with an oar in hand. Sharpe swings and hits Sanders in the right thigh with the oar. Sanders shrieks in pain, as his thigh is recovering from last night’s WarGames match. Sanders swings the oar and hits Sharpe in the ear. Sharpe drops his oar and stumbles away.
“FUCK!”
Incensed, Sharpe sprints at Sanders. Sanders side-steps Sharpe and trips Sharpe with the oar, sending him stumbling face-first into a gas grill. The imprint of a temperature knob leaves a mark in Sharpe’s cheek. Sanders stumbles slowly towards the dock on the lake-front. As he walks out onto the pier, trying to shake out soreness and pain, Sharpe gets up to his feet and follows. Sharpe sprints at Sanders. Sanders turns around. Sanders back body-drops Sharpe into Lake Havasu!
Suddenly, Sanders hears a noise.
Sanders looks over to see that Cora has commandeered Sharpe’s speedboat. Sanders walks over and gets inside. He reaches over to the dock to untie the boat. Sharpe starts to swim towards them. He grabs ahold of a rail on the side of the boat and begins to pull himself up. Sanders reaches over and drills Sharpe with a left hook, smacking him in the jaw with his cast. Sharpe slips off and back into Lake Havasu. Cora guns it and takes off into the lake.
Sharpe quickly swims to shore. He looks over at his neighbor Ted. Sharpe sprints and jumps into Ted’s speedboat.
“I HAVE TO BORROW THIS, TED! IT’S OKAY!”
Sharpe guns it away from the dock, snapping one of the ropes that was still attached to the speedboat. Ted tries to protest, but he's clearly too late. Sharpe takes off after Cora and Sanders. Cora and Sanders rip through Lake Havasu in Sharpe’s speedboat. As a middle finger to Sharpe, Sanders stands up and starts to piss on the deck of the boat. Some wind also catches it, flinging urine all over Ted’s boat behind them, as well. Sharpe, luckily, avoids every drop but Ted's boat is saturated in piss. Sharpe chases Sanders as they weave in and out of boat traffic, putting lives in danger.
“Where’d you learn how to drive these things?!”
“Please, Dom. I grew up on Lake Michigan. I have been driving these since I was fourteen!”
Sanders smirks at Cora as he looks around the speedboat. He sees a bunch of Jordan Sharpe merchandise.
“Look at this shit!”
Sanders picks up a boogie board with Jordan Sharpe’s face on it. He flings it in Sharpe’s direction. It hits Sharpe in the face! It’s foam, so it doesn’t really hurt, but it takes Sharpe off of his line and he smacks a buoy with Ted’s boat. He grits his teeth and holds his breath. Sanders rummages around more. He picks up an unopened Monster Energy drink.
“What is it with this guy and Monster? Doesn’t he know that Bang is better?!”
He shakes it up really well and he hurls it off of Sharpe’s boat, hitting the front of Ted’s boat. It explodes and sprays everywhere. Cora begins to slow down as she approaches Sanders’ dock on the other side of the lake. Meanwhile, Ace King just stands there on the dock watching the entire thing go down. A sign of amusement can almost be seen on his face.
Cora pulls up to the dock and Sanders steps off of the boat and onto the dock. He lends a hand to Cora and pulls her up with him. They don’t tie Sharpe’s boat off and they begin to walk up to the shoreline. Ace follows them.
“Seems like an eventful day.”
“Yeah. This fucker… still my fight, though. I got this man. Just relax, enjoy your day.”
Seconds later, Sharpe speeds Ted’s boat up onto the sandy shoreline in the back of Sanders’ extravagant lake house. It comes to a stop and Sharpe jumps out of the boat. He sprints at Sanders and tackles him to the ground. They roll around throwing punches at each other and getting all sandy for a few moments. Sharpe gains the upper hand and drills Sanders with an elbow to his nose, breaking Sanders’ nose. He gets up off of Sanders and slowly steps towards the house. He walks past Ace, who is watching in amusement.
“AND YOU! WELL, I’M JUST DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!”
Ace snickers slightly as Sharpe looks at Sanders’ lake house.
“WHAT THE FUCK? WHY IS YOUR HOUSE WAY BIGGER AND NICER? AND YOU HAVE A STATUE OF YOURSELF?!”
Sharpe picks up a metal pipe and swings at the statue, knocking its head off. He laughs and drops the pipe. Sharpe turns and Sanders drills him with a clothesline from hell. Sharpe flips over and his crotch lands on top of the Dominic Sanders statue head.
“Pervert.”
Sanders kicks Sharpe in the face and grabs him by the neck, dragging him towards his own back porch. His porch is quite a bit more extravagant than Sharpe’s. Sanders pulls Sharpe up onto his picnic table and then climbs up himself. He lifts Sharpe up, looking for a sit-down powerbomb on his picnic table! Sharpe, however, grabs the patio chandelier and hangs on for dear life. Sanders lets go of Sharpe and steps off of the table. Sharpe laughs at Sanders before hearing a creak. He looks up just in time to see the chandelier break cleanly from the patio overhang. Sharpe slams hard down onto the picnic table, breaking through it to the concrete floor.
Sanders wants to laugh at Sharpe, but he’s a little more pissed about his chandelier and picnic table. He grabs the chandelier and pulls it away from Sharpe. He grabs Sharpe by the short-hairs on top of his head and drags him out of the wreckage. Sharpe reaches up and drives a fist into Sanders’ gut, taking the air out of him.
It’s really beginning to get dark now. Almost an hour has passed since they began fighting in Sharpe’s driveway. Both men are tired. Ace is back in a chair on the shoreline reading a book under a light. Cora lost interest and is inside taking a shower. Sharpe and Sanders stand toe-to-toe on his back patio. Sanders throws a right. Sharpe throws a right. Sanders throws a right. Sharpe throws a right. Sanders throws a right. Sharpe throws a right. Sharpe throws another right. He throws a third. Sanders ducks it. Sharpe spins around. Sanders shoves him off of the back porch and into the yard. Sanders runs as fast as he can and leaps off, hitting a cross body on Sharpe on the grass. Sanders gets up gingerly and walks over to his American flagpole on the shoreline. He pulls it out of the ground and walks back over to Sharpe. Sharpe gets up to his knees and Sanders swings the pole, smacking Sharpe across the face with it. Sharpe drops to the grass in a heap of pain.
“THAT WAS FOR AMERICA, YOU MAPLE SYRUP SUCKING PIECE OF BEAVER SHIT!”
Sharpe slowly gets up to his knees.
“FUCK. OKAY. This is a holiday for Christ’s sake. We should… finish this another day.”
“Oh, I'm gonna finish it all right! That Indy Championship will come right back where it belongs! Now, get your ass back to your lake house! I’ll send you a bill for my back porch.”
“And I’ll send you one for my living room window.”
Sharpe slowly walks to the shoreline. He sees his boat off in the distance in the water.
“SHIT. You didn’t tie it off?”
Sanders smirks knowingly.
“Damnit.”
Sharpe walks back over to Ted’s boat. He looks at Sanders, wondering if there’s a chance in hell he should ask for help. He decides against it. He slowly is able to inch it towards the water as Cora walks outside.
“It over?”
“For tonight.”
Sanders and Cora lock hands and walk over to Ace. They sit down in their chairs next to Ace to watch Sharpe struggle. Sanders and Cora crack open beers as Ace sips his water. They begin chatting a little bit while some fireworks start to pop in the sky above the lake. The scene fades out with Sharpe pushing Ted’s speedboat towards the water and the fireworks lighting up the sky.
”Goddamnit! This thing smells like piss!”
11:01 PM Japan Standard Time
Kōrakuen Hall
Bunkyo, Tokyo, Japan
“That’s it, Mr. Sanders.”
As the doctor walks away, Dominic Sanders looks down at his left wrist. A new plaster hard cast has been affixed to it. He turns his arm and winces at the pain still lingering. He slowly hops off of the physician’s table in the back of Kōrakuen Hall and limps to the door. Cora Whittaker is standing there with Dominic’s duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
“You ready?”
“Let’s get going.”
Cora and Dominic walk slowly to the parking lot. A limousine awaits them, ready to take them to the airport.
“I cannot WAIT to go back to the States to our lake house to celebrate the holiday. Thank GOD for the time difference. We would never make it for the 4th.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh come on, baby. Put a smile on your face. I know losing the Tag Team Championships tonight stung... especially to our girls. But you’ve got to shake it and move on. Besides, I’ve got a surprise for you in the limo.”
“Oh reaaaaally?”
Sanders perks up a little bit at the suggestion.
“Well, not quite THAT type of a surprise, but you’ll still appreciate it.”
Sanders and Cora reach the limousine. Sanders opens the door and allows Cora to get in with his duffel bag. Gingerly, Sanders slips into the limousine. He shuts the door behind him and looks up ahead in the seat facing him.
“Wow… What are you doing here?”
Ace King puts a small pained smirk on his face. Evidence of raw spots from the chain that Melody used on him shade the corners of his mouth. He looks at Dominic and wipes a wrinkle out of his shirt.
“Cora said you guys were celebrating the Fourth and asked if I was interested in joining. After tonight, I could use something to take my mind off of things. And I have some time on my hands, so I might as well.”
Despite his mood, Sanders smiles at his partner. He didn’t ever expect to spend a holiday with this man, despite being new friends and tag team partners.
“You’re more than welcome. I apologize that we aren’t doing this in celebration. I put that solely on me... Now, let’s get to the jet. If we leave by midnight, we will arrive in Los Angeles by 6:00 PM on July 3rd. Plenty of time to get to Havasu.”
Sanders and Cora toast Ace with their cocktails. Ace holds up a bottle of water and the limousine takes off for the airport.
Saturday, July 4, 2020
6:23 PM Mountain Standard Time
Jordan Sharpe’s Cottage Lake House
Lake Havasu City, Arizona
It’s a beautiful July day, 32 degrees with a nice little breeze (that’s like 90 degrees or something for you Yanks) and Jordan Sharpe doesn’t have a care in the world. He’s at his new cottage by the lake with his manager, Carley California, and they’re chilling by the water as he drinks a Monster Energy. She looks over at him from her beach chair.
“You know, a girl could get used to this whole vacation thing. You should just skip Prime altogether from now on.”
He scoffs.
“Yeah, OKAY. Like I can afford a LAKE HOUSE under my normal circumstances.”
“Whatever. Shut up you’re ruining my tan.”
She lays back on the beach chair as the sunset begins to start. The sparkle of the water creates an incredible view as Jordan takes a look out across the lake at all the other cottages and houses.
Damn there are a lot of nice places here. We did pretty well for ourselves. Shit is really comin’ together… Wait a sec…
His eyes stop on one spot as he squints.
“Carley… Across the lake. Is that……?”
Saturday, July 4, 2020
6:26 PM Mountain Standard Time
Lake Havasu
Lake Havasu City, Arizona
“No fucking way.”
Dominic Sanders lowers his sunglasses off of his face. He peers across Lake Havasu. Shining in the sun is the Indy Championship, resting on a beach chair next to the shore. He sees the tattooed Jordan Sharpe freaking out for the same reasons he is.
“What is it, babe?”
Cora doesn’t need an answer. She stands next to him and sees what Dominic sees.
She also sees Carley California. The two of them start to seethe a little bit.
“I’m going over there.”
“I’m coming with you.”
Ace King steps up next to his partner.
“Stay here, Ace. As much as I would love to fight with my partner, this one is all about me. This one is personal.”
"You're ACTUALLY going over there?"
"Of course I am. I’m in a pretty bad mood right now. I’ve got to take it out on something. I think I'm in the mood to 4th-of-July-Bash his face in!"
Saturday, July 4, 2020
6:32 PM Mountain Standard Time
Lake Havasu
Lake Havasu City, Arizona
As Sanders drives his golf cart through the neighborhood, he and Cora search for the house of their attention. He finally notices something. Sanders brings the golf cart to a sudden halt. The license plate on a vehicle in a driveway is what catches his attention.
Sanders knows this is the one. Sanders steps into the driveway and begins moving towards the house. Immediately, Jordan Sharpe comes out of nowhere and spears Sanders into the black Chevrolet Tahoe in the driveway. Sanders grabs his ribcage. Sharpe yells at Sanders for even thinking about coming to his house. Meanwhile, Cora and Carley are rolling around the grass throwing slaps at each other in a good old fashioned “cat fight!”
Sharpe’s neighbor, Ted, pulls their family vehicle into their driveway. As Ted and his wife Julie get out of their Honda Odyssey, they watch the fighting going on between Sharpe and Sanders and Carley and Cora.
“Jordan? Goodness gracious… what the heck is going on over there?”
“Ahhh shoot, Ted. Not a dang thing. Don’t worry about it. Darren, stay in school buddy.”
Ted and Julie make comments to each other as they unload their three kids - Darren, Adam, and Lexi - from the back of the mini-van. Lexi, the youngest, tries to run over to the action. Ted blurts out.
“Lexi, no!”
He snatches the four year old up and the Burton family rushes into their house, locking the door.
Sanders gingerly gets to his knees. Sharpe is distracted by his neighbors. Sanders drills Sharpe with a low blow uppercut! Sharpe doubles over in pain.
Sanders gets up to his feet and slowly drags Sharpe towards the cottage. Once they reach the doorway of the cottage, Sanders begins to slam Sharpe face-first into the doorbell button over and over again.
DING-DONG!
DING-DONG!
DING-DONG!
DING-DONG!
DING-DONG!
DING-DONG!
Sanders laughs as he tosses Sharpe into the foyer of the cottage. Sanders limps into the cottage and looks around.
“What a shithole!”
Sanders kicks Sharpe in the ribs. He looks over and sees a case of Monster Energy drink. Sanders grabs one and cracks it open. He takes a sip of it and then mists it into Sharpe’s face. Carley California comes out of nowhere and jumps on Sanders’ back. Sanders flails around for a second. Finally, Cora comes and tears Carley off of Sanders. The two ladies go back to fighting on the carpet. Sanders turns around into a superkick from Sharpe. Sharpe wipes some Monster away from his face. He picks Sanders up and drags him over to the kitchen. Sharpe grabs a frying pan from the pantry and slams it down in the middle of Sanders’ spine. Sanders arches his back in pain. Sharpe brings the pan up once more and slams it down onto the new hard-cast on Sanders’ left wrist. Sanders grabs his arm in pain. Before Sharpe can use it again, Sanders kicks Sharpe in the back of the knees and sweeps his legs out from under him. Sharpe hits his back hard on the tile floor and the frying pan tumbles out of the kitchen. Sanders rolls over on top of Sharpe and starts throwing right fists into Sharpe’s face.
“YOU… SON… OF… A… BITCH! YOU… AL… MOST… RUINED… MY… LIFE!”
Sanders gets up off of Sharpe. He slowly moves into the living room to catch his breath. Sharpe gets up to a knee and then up to his feet. He sprints at Sanders. Sanders turns. Sharpe spears Sanders again, this time into a huge wooden rack of DVDs. DVDs drop off of the rack on top of Sanders as he lays there. Sharpe gets up and grabs the half-empty ten-foot-tall wooden DVD rack. He tips it over and topples it on top of Sanders.
Sharpe plops down on the couch to catch his breath. Sanders slowly crawls out from under the carnage, a large bloody knot forming on his forehead. Sanders crawls out completely and Sharpe gets off of the couch. He walks over to Sanders but Sanders grabs him, tossing him hard through the window of the cottage and onto the back patio. Sanders maneuvers around broken glass and drags himself out of the screen back door and onto the back porch. Sharpe rolls up to his feet and grabs a broomstick that was leaning against the safety railing of the deck. He swings the broomstick at Sanders, nailing him in the ribs. He swings a second time, but Sanders catches the broomstick under his arm and clenches the stick into his body. Sanders yanks the broomstick towards himself and short-arm clotheslines Sharpe hard to the deck.
Sanders looks off of the deck and sees a kayak. He walks down the steps slowly over to the kayak. He grabs one of its oars from inside. Sharpe comes out of nowhere and drives a forearm into Sanders' chin. Sanders stumbles away. Sharpe bends over and grabs a second oar. He and Sanders stand apart from each other, each with an oar in hand. Sharpe swings and hits Sanders in the right thigh with the oar. Sanders shrieks in pain, as his thigh is recovering from last night’s WarGames match. Sanders swings the oar and hits Sharpe in the ear. Sharpe drops his oar and stumbles away.
“FUCK!”
Incensed, Sharpe sprints at Sanders. Sanders side-steps Sharpe and trips Sharpe with the oar, sending him stumbling face-first into a gas grill. The imprint of a temperature knob leaves a mark in Sharpe’s cheek. Sanders stumbles slowly towards the dock on the lake-front. As he walks out onto the pier, trying to shake out soreness and pain, Sharpe gets up to his feet and follows. Sharpe sprints at Sanders. Sanders turns around. Sanders back body-drops Sharpe into Lake Havasu!
Suddenly, Sanders hears a noise.
HONK HONK!
Sanders looks over to see that Cora has commandeered Sharpe’s speedboat. Sanders walks over and gets inside. He reaches over to the dock to untie the boat. Sharpe starts to swim towards them. He grabs ahold of a rail on the side of the boat and begins to pull himself up. Sanders reaches over and drills Sharpe with a left hook, smacking him in the jaw with his cast. Sharpe slips off and back into Lake Havasu. Cora guns it and takes off into the lake.
Sharpe quickly swims to shore. He looks over at his neighbor Ted. Sharpe sprints and jumps into Ted’s speedboat.
“I HAVE TO BORROW THIS, TED! IT’S OKAY!”
Sharpe guns it away from the dock, snapping one of the ropes that was still attached to the speedboat. Ted tries to protest, but he's clearly too late. Sharpe takes off after Cora and Sanders. Cora and Sanders rip through Lake Havasu in Sharpe’s speedboat. As a middle finger to Sharpe, Sanders stands up and starts to piss on the deck of the boat. Some wind also catches it, flinging urine all over Ted’s boat behind them, as well. Sharpe, luckily, avoids every drop but Ted's boat is saturated in piss. Sharpe chases Sanders as they weave in and out of boat traffic, putting lives in danger.
“Where’d you learn how to drive these things?!”
“Please, Dom. I grew up on Lake Michigan. I have been driving these since I was fourteen!”
Sanders smirks at Cora as he looks around the speedboat. He sees a bunch of Jordan Sharpe merchandise.
“Look at this shit!”
Sanders picks up a boogie board with Jordan Sharpe’s face on it. He flings it in Sharpe’s direction. It hits Sharpe in the face! It’s foam, so it doesn’t really hurt, but it takes Sharpe off of his line and he smacks a buoy with Ted’s boat. He grits his teeth and holds his breath. Sanders rummages around more. He picks up an unopened Monster Energy drink.
“What is it with this guy and Monster? Doesn’t he know that Bang is better?!”
He shakes it up really well and he hurls it off of Sharpe’s boat, hitting the front of Ted’s boat. It explodes and sprays everywhere. Cora begins to slow down as she approaches Sanders’ dock on the other side of the lake. Meanwhile, Ace King just stands there on the dock watching the entire thing go down. A sign of amusement can almost be seen on his face.
Cora pulls up to the dock and Sanders steps off of the boat and onto the dock. He lends a hand to Cora and pulls her up with him. They don’t tie Sharpe’s boat off and they begin to walk up to the shoreline. Ace follows them.
“Seems like an eventful day.”
“Yeah. This fucker… still my fight, though. I got this man. Just relax, enjoy your day.”
Seconds later, Sharpe speeds Ted’s boat up onto the sandy shoreline in the back of Sanders’ extravagant lake house. It comes to a stop and Sharpe jumps out of the boat. He sprints at Sanders and tackles him to the ground. They roll around throwing punches at each other and getting all sandy for a few moments. Sharpe gains the upper hand and drills Sanders with an elbow to his nose, breaking Sanders’ nose. He gets up off of Sanders and slowly steps towards the house. He walks past Ace, who is watching in amusement.
“AND YOU! WELL, I’M JUST DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!”
Ace snickers slightly as Sharpe looks at Sanders’ lake house.
“WHAT THE FUCK? WHY IS YOUR HOUSE WAY BIGGER AND NICER? AND YOU HAVE A STATUE OF YOURSELF?!”
Sharpe picks up a metal pipe and swings at the statue, knocking its head off. He laughs and drops the pipe. Sharpe turns and Sanders drills him with a clothesline from hell. Sharpe flips over and his crotch lands on top of the Dominic Sanders statue head.
“Pervert.”
Sanders kicks Sharpe in the face and grabs him by the neck, dragging him towards his own back porch. His porch is quite a bit more extravagant than Sharpe’s. Sanders pulls Sharpe up onto his picnic table and then climbs up himself. He lifts Sharpe up, looking for a sit-down powerbomb on his picnic table! Sharpe, however, grabs the patio chandelier and hangs on for dear life. Sanders lets go of Sharpe and steps off of the table. Sharpe laughs at Sanders before hearing a creak. He looks up just in time to see the chandelier break cleanly from the patio overhang. Sharpe slams hard down onto the picnic table, breaking through it to the concrete floor.
Sanders wants to laugh at Sharpe, but he’s a little more pissed about his chandelier and picnic table. He grabs the chandelier and pulls it away from Sharpe. He grabs Sharpe by the short-hairs on top of his head and drags him out of the wreckage. Sharpe reaches up and drives a fist into Sanders’ gut, taking the air out of him.
It’s really beginning to get dark now. Almost an hour has passed since they began fighting in Sharpe’s driveway. Both men are tired. Ace is back in a chair on the shoreline reading a book under a light. Cora lost interest and is inside taking a shower. Sharpe and Sanders stand toe-to-toe on his back patio. Sanders throws a right. Sharpe throws a right. Sanders throws a right. Sharpe throws a right. Sanders throws a right. Sharpe throws a right. Sharpe throws another right. He throws a third. Sanders ducks it. Sharpe spins around. Sanders shoves him off of the back porch and into the yard. Sanders runs as fast as he can and leaps off, hitting a cross body on Sharpe on the grass. Sanders gets up gingerly and walks over to his American flagpole on the shoreline. He pulls it out of the ground and walks back over to Sharpe. Sharpe gets up to his knees and Sanders swings the pole, smacking Sharpe across the face with it. Sharpe drops to the grass in a heap of pain.
“THAT WAS FOR AMERICA, YOU MAPLE SYRUP SUCKING PIECE OF BEAVER SHIT!”
Sharpe slowly gets up to his knees.
“FUCK. OKAY. This is a holiday for Christ’s sake. We should… finish this another day.”
“Oh, I'm gonna finish it all right! That Indy Championship will come right back where it belongs! Now, get your ass back to your lake house! I’ll send you a bill for my back porch.”
“And I’ll send you one for my living room window.”
Sharpe slowly walks to the shoreline. He sees his boat off in the distance in the water.
“SHIT. You didn’t tie it off?”
Sanders smirks knowingly.
“Damnit.”
Sharpe walks back over to Ted’s boat. He looks at Sanders, wondering if there’s a chance in hell he should ask for help. He decides against it. He slowly is able to inch it towards the water as Cora walks outside.
“It over?”
“For tonight.”
Sanders and Cora lock hands and walk over to Ace. They sit down in their chairs next to Ace to watch Sharpe struggle. Sanders and Cora crack open beers as Ace sips his water. They begin chatting a little bit while some fireworks start to pop in the sky above the lake. The scene fades out with Sharpe pushing Ted’s speedboat towards the water and the fireworks lighting up the sky.
”Goddamnit! This thing smells like piss!”
