Sometimes you’re the hammer, other times you’re the nail. In this case the poor dude doing the piercing was the nail and that girl’s iron fist was the hammer – but first, why are you getting your belly button pierced if you can’t handle a little pain? This guy’s just trying to do his job and you’re runnin’ around punching him in the nutsack at every given opportunity. You’re giving him what, $80? $90? $100 tops and then you go and knock him out? That’s not worth the money. If she’s a good lady she’ll throw in at least another $50 to ease the pain in his throbbing balls, and if she’s a piece of shit she’ll just get up and leave without a piercing, leaving this poor guy on the ground in a fetal position without another care in the world.