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Fight on a mat, in dialect
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rassle
Alternative clues for the word rassle
Usage examples of rassle.
Ardent, Trident, Darby, Doughboy, Dreamboat, Rassle, and Ribot quickly picked up the gauntlet.
Trudy, Tinsel, and Trinity were out, along with Darby, Doughboy, Dreamboat, Dana, Delight, Diddy, Ribot, Rassle, and Ruthie.
Purty soon I seen a booted leg and I laid hold of it and dragged out the critter it was fastened to, and he looked more done up than what my brother Bill did that time he rassled a mountain lion for a bet.
The shooting kind of died down whilst they rassled with it and in the lull I heard me a noise out behind the store.
Alvin knew it wouldn’t be right to best his master using some secret knack—it’d be like slipping a knife into a rassling match.
For it was sure he’d be no match for Alvin rassling, not with Al so young and tall and so much terrible righteous fire in his heart.
The man they called Mike was bigger and stronger than any of the others, and as he stripped his shirt off, Al saw that while he had a scar or two, he was mostly clean, and he had both his ears, a sure sign that if he ever lost a rassling match, he sure never lost bad.
He wasn’t solemn, neither, and spent more than a few afternoons down in the square, proving to the strongest farmers in Vigor Church that they weren’t no match for a blacksmith’s arms and shoulders in a rassling match.
Alvin knew it wouldn't be right to best his master using some secret knack-- it'd be like slipping a knife into a rassling match.
For it was sure he'd be no match for Alvin rassling, not with Al so young and tall and so much terrible righteous fire in his heart.
He wasn't solemn, neither, and spent more than a few afternoons down in the square, proving to the strongest farmers in Vigor Church that they weren't no match for a blacksmith's arms and shoulders in a rassling match.
I was doing my best, slugging, kicking, rassling and ever and anon sinking my fangs into his hide, but I never see the Chinaman that could fight like this ‘un fought.
Come with me, Bearfield,” I says, getting a good rassling grip on his neck.