What is "fistfight"

Usage examples of "fistfight".

He told her about a Prester John Society parade that ended in a fistfight with communard missionaries.

That started a fistfight, and apparently these haywagon boys were carrying firepots or slowmatches.

There were fistfights in the hydrangea, orgasms among the croquet wickets.

Near the exit, traffic started to slow and thicken, skirting the fistfights that were erupting now with alarming rapidity, the familiar ozone-smell of impending riot harrying the revelers on.

On a Sunday in August, fistfights had broken out between blacks and whites on Belle Isle.

Smoke from sacred pipes was blown back and forth by shouts, accusations of cowardice and betrayal, threats and challenges, fistfights, scoldings, tears, pleas.

He had broken up numerous fistfights, sustaining his own cuts and bruises.

Most of the boys played a rough game of tag, involving the capture of a ball of leather, stuffed hard with rags, by one side, amid shoves and shouts, kicks and occasional fistfights.

When, in the summer of 1903, Washington spoke to an audience of two thousand at a Boston church, Trotter and his supporters prepared nine provocative questions, which caused a commotion and led to fistfights.

By now, they've been marched to and fro so much that they can't tell their pricks from their arseholes—saving your presence, mum," he added, with a distracted glance at me, "and Clanranald's men have been having fistfights with Glen­garry's.

It was composed mainly of oldtime saloons and beerhalls which were frequented by farmhands and cowboys from the surrounding area, and was the chief source of Palm Village's crime statistics, most of the trouble developing on Saturday nights and limited to "drunk and disorderlies" and an occasional fistfight.

He found an action movie, cops and drug dealers, lots of running and jumping and shooting, fistfights and car chases and explosions.

Jack hoped the song was only a crowd soother after the day's seventh fistfight on the floor, this last between a Jackson delegate defecting to Hartmann and a floor manager who was trying to change his mind.

Somewhere in the ville below came the sound of troops marching, a horse neighing, slaves singing a work song, a woman crying, a fistfight, chopping wood, a gas engine sputtering into life and then dying.

Today it was from a Baltimore deli called Atman's whose corned beef was pretty good, if not quite New York classsaying that might result in a fistfight, he thought, as he picked up a corned beef on a kaiser roll.