After the champ managed to sneak off back to his table (im assuming), a waiter comes up to him and gives him the most juiciest Cordon Bleu from a mysterious patron. As he was eating it, he was gettin full by the second, then once he finished his plate the waiter picked up for him. An hour later, Dom gets a bad bubble guts, so he rushes into the mens room to relive himself.


Dom noticed no TP for his bunghole so he was panicking, then someone handed him a roll of TP under the stall.


"Complements from Patron T" some one said from the other side of the stall. Some time later, he goes back to his table and gets glass of wine from the same patron, but this time as Dom drank it, from behind Tommy hits Dom with a kendo stick to the head. 


"Hello Champ, i hope you had a FUN time here tonight, its the mere fact you took the strap from Grandpa Scoops, so now... i want to have some fun with you!" as Tommy grabbed the wine and poured him over Dom's head, then he lifts him up and force fed him some of the patrons meals, causing a scene. Then he uses his Kendo Stick on one of the waiters, then he smacks the shit out of Dom in his head couple.

"ARENT WE HAVING A BLAST CHAMP!.... I KNOW THESE PEOPLE ARE!" as Tommy whips him to the near by wall, then he hits a HideYaFace on the floor, then he kneels down on Dom, and instructs one of the waiters to count the fall.

"Put on this shirt, slap your hand on the floor to three...or imma kill you!" 

Then the waiter hurriedly put on the ref shirt and hesitantly counted the fall...

1...

Tommy already know's he isn't gonna get this belt....maybe  ;)

-just before the count of three, Dominick throws his shoulder up! 

Kickout!

It's a moment of intense desperation. Soaked in wine, covered in bruises, beaten with a kendo stick. His mind raced with a thousand possibilities as to what he could do, but because it was all coming to him at once, he didn't know what to do. 

He was panicking. 

He felt like this could actually be the end of his title reign.

Oh how short it was... 

No, Dom. Snap out of it. Don't let it end like this.

He didn't even know who Patron T was! 

But he was kicking the shit out of him in front of the other patrons, the restaurant, and Isla!

He couldn't possibly... 

Wait a second-

Dom popped back up to his feet and pointed a damning finger at "T".

"You Sir!" He shouted loud enough that God could hear. "I wish to speak to your manager! I am a mere child of only 18, and you are serving me wine with... alcohol!"

The collective patronage gasps in unison as Tommy is left holding the proverbial wine bottle.

A manager storms over. "Is this true?"

Dom, standing there befuddled as he is literally covered in said wine, points at his own shirt.

"What are you trying to do? Ruin us?!" The manager shouted at Tommy. "They could shut us down for this!"

"Oh, darn." Dom said with a wink towards Isla. "That, or worse: I'd be forced to write a bad yelp review."

"P-p-please Sir, w-we'll do anything to make this up to you!"

"Just get this weirdo out of here before the cops have to get involved." Dom smirked. "And our dinner is on the house."

"You heard our esteemed guest! Get the HELL out of here you BAFOON! You're Fired!"

Dom watched as Tommy was fired and escorted from a restaurant that he didn't even work at. Well, as far as he knew anyway.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that Scoops had any grandchildren." Dom said as he sat back down at the table across from Isla. 

She rolled her eyes.

"Are you kidding? Scoops is an ancestor. That was probably one of his descendants."

"Great. Just what I needed. An entire branch of the human family tree out to get me."

"Hmm, judging by your new friend over there. I'm going to say it's the stump that's out to get you."

Something about being with her. No matter how shitty the circumstances were, she seemed to know how to make him smile. Even though it wasn't a perfect celebration, it was one he wouldn't change for the world. 

Besides, he wasn't actually going to leave a bad review anyway.

The Cordon Bleu was okay. It certainly wasn't his favorite. 

A decent burger would have been more than fine.