I have a mate, Les Norton who works as a doorman at the Kelly Club in Kings Cross. He is a big red headed Queenslander and he would deal with your mate in double quick time. If you need a more permanent solution we could call in Eddie Salita.
Here is a recent account of Les's handywork.


'Hey. Fuckin you,' one of the figures called out in a voice filled with drunken belligerence.

Les turned around to find the bloke with the mullet who had got thrown out of the club coming towards him with three of his mates. They were all dressed much the same in black T-shirts and jeans and looked much the same, except for one who had a ginger buzz cut.

'Oh shit,' said Les. 'What do you want?'

'You got us thrown out of the bar tonight, you [at][at][at][at],' said the bloke with the mullet.

'Mate,' said Les. 'I didn't get you thrown out. You got yourselves thrown out. To be honest, I reckon the No Dancing rattle is a pretty stupid idea. But I got to do what the boss tells me.'

'Ohh, bullshit.' said one of mullet's mates, wearing a Gun's and Roses T-shirt. 'You're just a fuckin nark.'

'Yeah, whatever,' replied Les.

'You fucked up our night,' said mullet. 'We were getting onto some chicks in there, till you put your fuckin head in.'

'Well come back tomorrow night,' said Les. 'I'm sure there'll be plenty more girls there absolutely fanging to meet four studs like you.'

'You're a fuckin smartarse, mate,' said one of Mullet's pals.

'Whatever you say,' replied Les. 'Now if you'll excuse me, gents, I'm going to bed. Goodnight.'

Les started climbing the stairs when one of the group yelled out, 'Go on. Get the [at][at][at][at], Raggsie.'

Les turned around to find the bloke with the mullet clambering up the stairs behind him while the others waited at the bottom.
Norton waited till the bloke was two steps below him, then brought his right leg back and punt-kicked him under the chin.
Raggsie let out a howl of pain and tumbled back down the stairs into his mates. He was lying on his back when Les came flying off the stairs and landed heels first into the blokes's stomach, rupturing his sternum. Raggsie's mouth opened, there was a brief gagging sound, then his eyes rolled back and he lay there motionless.
Les jumped off him and planted two heft hooks into the closest face he could find, splitting whoever it belonged to's mouth open and sitting him on his backside. The bloke had barely fallen, when Les drew his right foot back and snap-kicked the next bloke in the groin, doubling him over with a lightning fast crescent-kick to the jaw. This left Buzz Cut standing on his own and not the slightest bit interested in mixing it........