Alrighty, it's a rewrite to the golf club scene with Pope and Rafe. But Topper is replaced with Kelce, and JJ was walking with Pope to help with the delivery.

JJ and Pope were on the Heyward's boat delivering the groceries to Figure 8, the both of them were walking through the golf course on the way to some fancy kook mansion while carrying the delivery. Of course, Rafe just happened to be there along with Kelce.

JJ keep out of it, only throwing occasional remarks to the two kooks but he's proud of Pope for handling it well. But the second violence is shows by Rafe smacking the package of beer bottles out of Pope's hand, JJ intervenes.

"Hey okay man! Stop it, It's not yours." JJ shouts, pushing Rafe away from Pope.

Of course, Rafe starts flipping out and uses his golf club as a weapon. Swinging wildly, his knocks JJ down over the head while charging towards Pope menacingly.

As JJ falls onto the sand, Kelce is immediately on top of him, pinning him effectively in a choke hold while Kelce's legs wrap around JJ's torso. The only movement allowed from JJ were his legs because his arms were stuck crossed behind his back and against Kelce's chest, essentially forcing him to face the conflict between Pope and Rafe. Any amount of struggle JJ gives is met with a stronger choke hold and no freedom. His legs thrashed in the dry sand.

Rafe swung his golf club down onto Pope ribs, effectively knocking the wind out of Pope's lungs. As he wheezes, the hard metal dents with the force Rafe uses to slam it down on Pope's back. More punches follow, enough to draw blood from his nose and mouth.

"Stop! Rafe stop this!" JJ scream at him from the floor. "Let me go!" JJ jerks in the hold but it's all to no avail.

Rafe breathes out a laugh before licking his lips. "I don't think so Pogue, not this time." He throws a punch at Pope's limp figure.

"Pope! Pope get up man! Fight ba-" JJ ends his sentence with a wheeze as the grip is tightened around his throat, cutting off the oxygen supply for a solid couple of seconds. "Shut the hell up man." Kelce whispers intimidatingly into his ear.

As if Pope heard the request though, he drags himself to his feet. Only to easily get easily shoved back down, rolling to a stop a couple feet away from his friend. "I'm sorry dude." Pope manages to get out and then Rafe is on top of him again, letting more punches rain down.

JJ is screaming at him to stop, to punch him instead but its all for nothing.

Although the entire fight lasted around 5 minutes, it seemed like hours to both JJ and Pope.

Kelce eased his grip slightly, relaxing as Rafe backs away from a beaten and bloody Pope. JJ immediately scrambles up and runs over to Pope, checking his pulse on instinct.

"What the fuck Rafe! What is wrong with you?" JJ shouts from his position. Rafe just sneers back. "Get off our side of the island Pogue. I better not see you again." His voice fades out as the two kooks run away, leaving JJ to deal with their mess.

"Hey Pope you okay buddy?" JJ asks, tapping his cheek with hopes of him waking up. "C'mon man I don't want to drag your heavy ass back to the boat. Please wake up man." JJ gets more aggressive with his tapping but is ecstatic when he receives a groan.

"Oh thank god Pope, I'm really sorry man...I-I couldn't do anything. But I swear to fucking god we are gonna get back at them, YOU are gonna get back at them." JJ swears as Pope starts coming around.

"You'kay?" Pope slurs after a moment of rewetting his lips from the dried and crusted blood. His eyes are slightly open but mostly swollen. JJ winces at the sight, having been there before.

"Of course I am man, let's just get you back home alright?" JJ's response is very somber, already assisting Pope to his feet so they can start the trek to the boat. Screw the delivery, Pope was what mattered.