This is how we do it:

Details are sketchy, but numerous witnesses report that veteran feature editor Henry Allen punched out feature writer Manuel Roig-Franzia on Friday. The fracas took place in sight of [Washington] Post executive editor Marcus Brauchli’s office. Brauchli rushed to separate the two.

It should be noted that Allen is nearly seventy, but he served in the Marines in Vietnam. He also won a Pulitzer prize in 2000 for criticism. Both apparently came into play when Allen jumped Roig-Franzia.

The offending story was a "charticle" about accidental disclosures of internal government documents, including battle plans by Robert E. Lee that were used to wrap cigars, dropped in a field of clover, and found by Union forces.

The only punch-out I've ever heard involving Stranger staffers was years ago, when then-theater critic Matt Richter was sucker-punched at Piecora's by a frustrated theater person. His version of the story:

So I was walking into Piecora's with two donors, a local rock star and his wife, to pitch them an early version of the ConWorks idea. I had left the paper a few months before to launch CW. As we're standing around waiting for a table, a guy comes up to us, and asks if I'm Matthew Richter. I say yes I am, and he says his name... which I didn't recognize, but I don't recognize anyone's name, and I assumed I was supposed to know him. I put my hand out to shake his, and smiled, and said, "oh, sure, hi, how are you?" Instead of shaking my hand, he reared back and punched me in the face, and then ran out of the restaurant.

As I was getting up off the floor, I asked the rock star and his wife if they heard the guy's name. It was Jason something. I still don't remember his last name, but at the time it clicked. He was Dustin Hoffman's son in law. Seriously. He and his wife (Hoffman's daughter) had a horrible little theater company in town called The Broken Theater, and I had written about how horrid their horrid little theater company was. That's what got me punched out.

I have yet take a punch from a theater person. (Though a certain writer/director who has just arrived in Seattle may be first in line.)

Somebody punched me in the mouth outside the Stranger offices once—but I was off duty at the time. (I was also braver and stupider back then. I would handle the situation a little differently now.)

UPDATE

Whoops. Fists of fury has already been posted by Eli—but I'll leave this up for the sake of Richter's story.