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Underground eXperts United
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[ To Kill a Bouncer ] [ By The GNN ]
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"TO KILL A BOUNCER"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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"But I just had two beers! I cannot possibly be drunk and..."
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Enough, Ray thought and grabbed the man by his left arm. After that
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followed what Ray enjoyed most with his work. He dragged the complaining
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man away from the bar, over the dance floor (so all his friends could see
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the man being humiliated) and finally to the door, where he violently threw
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him out with the magic words "... and I don't wanna see yer face around
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this club again!"
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The poor man landed flat on his back and hopefully ruined his expensive
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suit on the dirty street. Ray put on his macho stare and waited for the man
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to say something annoying, so he did not have to hesitate when he punched
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him over the nose. Unfortunately, the man said nothing, so Ray had to make
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up a story five minutes later when the cops arrived and took care of the
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bleeding and unconscious man.
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"He was very drunk. I threw him out. He said he was going to kill me and
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then he attacked me. So I gave him a few blows."
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"Good," the police man said, "we'll take care of this nut from here."
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The police car roared away and Ray went back to his beloved work. This
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evening he broke his old record by throwing out eleven people and knocking
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down seven of them.
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Ray worked as a bouncer at a rather popular place in the city, namely the
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Camel Club. The place was regarded as an 'exclusive' place, which meant that
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no nasty kids with knives were around and the visitors wore expensive
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clothing. Ray knew that he was lucky because other exclusive places seldom
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allowed their bouncers to throw people out without consulting the manager
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first. But at the Camel Club there could be only one king; Ray Lundgren, the
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one and only.
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Ray never said that he was a bouncer - that term did not fit the artistic
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side of his work, he meant. He preferred to say that he was 'a kind of
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musician who played on his different instruments; strength, stamina and pure
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joy'. When he started to work at the club the old ignorant manager had told
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him that the former bouncer had a nice little quote he used to follow: "If
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you have a good time here, I will have a good time too!" Ray thought that it
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sounded like a rather nice thing to say. Because if people had too fun at
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the club, Ray could have a good time too by kicking them out. Fun, according
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to Ray, was when people talked too loud, laughed too loud or began chatting
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with some cute girl at the club that Ray desperately wanted to drill.
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Every night, Ray argued with people and threw them out. Paradise, he
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thought, until that day a new bouncer began working at the club. Ray could
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not understand why the manager had hired another man. Was not Ray enough?
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Had Ray screwed up lately? Had Ray by mistake thrown out some local
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celebrity that happened to be a close friend to the owner? Ray did not know.
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The new bouncer was called Henry. That was according to the boss, because
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Henry never said a word himself. He was very big, a crew-cut on his head and
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he wore black sunglasses all the time. Ray looked like a mouse beside him,
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and that was something that Ray could not accept. The first evening Henry
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worked there Ray stared right into his black sunglasses and informed him
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that he ought to obey every word Ray said. Henry did not reply. He just
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grunted something. In Ray's ears, it was an insult.
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The ego of Ray became smaller and smaller. Henry had proven himself to be
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an excellent bouncer. He could grab up to four people at once with his
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strong hands and throw them across the club and out through the door with
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deadly precision. He never made any mistakes, he always got his man.
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Suddenly, Ray discovered that he had not thrown out nor punched someone for
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weeks. Henry did all the work.
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Who was this guy? Ray wondered. He never said a word, he was strong and
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handsome. He had a strange face though; his nose was almost flat, and his
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lips were bigger than what could be called that standard size. And he never
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took those darn sunglasses off his face. He always arrived to work before
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Ray, and he never left the club until Ray was gone. Perhaps he never left
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the club at all? Ray knew that he had to find out more about this guy.
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After a hectic Saturday night, Ray said bye to the staff and walked to
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his car. But he did not go home. He drove one block before he made a fast
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u-turn and returned to the club to park across the street. Then he sat there
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all night, watching the door. But Henry never came out. At nine in the
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morning, Ray fell asleep. He woke up later that afternoon just to discover
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that he should be at the club in less than two hours. He spent the time
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by watching the door. Suddenly, Henry was there. He stood by the door in
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his black suit and watched the people who entered. Ray could not believe
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his eyes. But something was clear: Henry never left the club. But why? Ray
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had to find out the rest.
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Days and nights passed. Ray and Henry stood by the entrance and when a
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fight occurred Henry took care of it. Ray never did anything. He never got
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the chance. Henry saw everything, he was quicker and more effective. Ray
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knew he could not take it much longer.
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One night, when the place closed, Ray turned to Henry.
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"Hey dude, you wanna go and have a beer?"
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Henry did not reply.
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"Er.. I mean, we could get to know each other better and so on..."
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Henry looked at Ray. Ray saw his own reflection in the black glasses.
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"Man, what is you fucking problem!" Ray screamed and pushed Henry.
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Henry did not move. His body felt as if it was made of stone.
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After that chat, Ray never dared to speak to Henry again. Ray turned into
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a poor individual, a man that people knew they could laugh at. He began to
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drink at work. Every time Henry threw someone out Ray took up his bottle
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of whiskey and poured several ounces down his pipe. Ray was on the edge.
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He knew what he had to do. He had to kill Henry.
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Since Henry obviously never left the club, Ray had to perform the
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assassination there. He had a perfect plan. When the place closed and
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everyone had left, Ray would hide in one of the cabinets on the toilet. Then
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he would sneak through the club and find Henry. Ray knew that Henry could
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only be in a certain room: the office of the boss. After Henry had began
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working at the club, the boss never let anyone enter his office. Hence,
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Henry had to be in there.
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Four days later, Ray decided to fulfill his mission. He hid himself in
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the cabinet and waited for everyone to leave. After a couple of hours he
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heard the door shut for the last time. He was alone with his nemesis. Ray
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sneaked out from the toilet and made his way to the kitchen. He had all the
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keys needed, so the penetration was no problem. Ray put on his gloves and
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picked up the meanest knife he could find in the kitchen. This one was made
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for taking out that bastard, Ray thought and chuckled.
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Now he just had to find the poor victim. Ray made his way to the office
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of the boss. He hesitated by the door. Then he placed his ear to the door
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and listened. He could hear someone snore. Bingo. Carefully, Ray opened the
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door and stepped inside. The room was completely dark. Ray held the knife
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hard in his hand. His heart beat faster and faster. This was it, he thought.
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This was the end of Henry. This was the end of his enemy.
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Ray turned on the light. He saw Henry sleeping on a mattress on the
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floor. He had no clothes on - his big black suit lied on a chair. Ray could
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not move. He was scared to death.
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Henry was not human. Ray dropped the knife and walked backwards, towards
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the door. Then he turned around and ran away in fear. He had seen the
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bouncer of the future. He knew that his job was no more. The bouncer of the
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future did not need any money nor union. He probably just needed a little
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training a few bananas now and then. Henry was a shaved gorilla.
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We live, work, die. We must have a new dawn.
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Are you able to step out of the cage? Call THE STASH! +46-13-YOHO
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Lights, camera, revolution.
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