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The Dome fist fighter angrily glared, while the little boy climbed to his feet.

"I c-can't let this g-go standing…" whimpered Bart, trying to move while one arm clutched his stomach. "I have one technique I came up with, but I'm gonna need some help…"

He looked up to Heinrick, with a smile on his lips.

"Big Guy, you good at football?" Asked Bart innocently. "I got enough strength for one last technique."

He leaped up, landing onto Heinrick's shoulder, and causing little disturbance due to the major size difference, as the boy began to whisper.

"The Fuck?!" Barked the dome fighter. "I'll have you know, shithead, that kid's been causing trouble for Benoit N' Kingsman!"

Bart just chuckled, as he whispered into Heinrick's ear.

"I call it, Bart's Big Bad Spin-Driller. Long name, I know, but I'll shorten it when I make it into a katakana title."

Bart turned back, coughing a little.

"You think I'm beat?! Well, when you talk like that about me and whoever my family was, I'll have to teach you a lesson! Heinz, the honors?"

The little boy, Bart, despite his injuries, was already back up and ready to beat this guy for talking about his life so harshly.

"I'll be fine. Just lemme at that 'poopyhead!' Lemme at 'em, Lemme at 'em!"