Tommy's Tale 7 (VII)
Apologies for brevity but this is a bridge between canon and slightly original writing. The usual disclaimers apply.
Shaking himself from his reverie and the image of Miyagi putting it to Lucille (he was kinky not sick) Tommy remembered he was missing something. The previous night he, Bobby, Jimmy and Johnny had dropped their black belts at the face of the defeated Kreese to the approval of the onlookers. Dutch had slunk off into the night and was still apparently MIA whereas the rest of them had called Jimmy's parents for a ride home. Tommy was of course grateful to them but his mind had slunk back to his belt, he'd earned it after all. Why should he lose it because his sensei was a jerk?
Foregoing his usual warm beer or three Tommy decided to try and regain his trophy. He roared off up the strip despite the weekend traffic and a nagging bellyache arriving shortly after at the arena. The belts weren't on the ground so he had buzzed the janitor who told him they were on the table in his office. Thinking of his belt holder at home Tommy grabbed for his prize only to feel a searing pain in his guts before everything faded to black with the last sound he heard the janitor dialling 911.