Behind The Double Doors-Personal Narrative

My coach and I had rushed to the double doors, we were late. As we walked through the entrance, we saw the brutal fights, my coach worried that I might have missed my turn to fight. But I was not, I had a fear of getting hurt, from falling and scraping my knee to just fighting. I heard thumps that roared across the other side of the dome building and bellowing from each person as a kick or punch was thrown out. I was mortified to see all the people that were being taken care of by the paramedics as I might be in their shoes later. This was my first experience here as a fighter, my first sparring competition.
It was in Silicon Valley in a dome that was huge! We met the receptionist in the front, “Last name?” the woman at the desk asked, “Quach, …show more content…
My opponent again this time slower, threw out a kick, I dodged it. I knew he was already tired. I then realized what my coach had said. I glanced off to the left, then to the right. Everyone was fighting, everyone but me. Those fighters get hurt but they get up again and fight to win. I started to retaliate, when he threw another punch, I blocked it and hit him back with a kick. I kept getting hit, my hands and arms hurt from blocking them, but I still fought. I racked up many points up to the half round, then I charged into him to score more points. I wasn’t scared to get hurt anymore, I knew I was going to get hurt anyways, so might as well fight back. The round ended, my whole body was burning, I was breathing heavily, my vision was starting to blur, and sweat was just dripping down onto my face. The match ended, sixteen to twelve, my opponent with sixteen. Although I lost, the matches after this one were quite successful, as I learned that getting hurt was not very important and is something that is inevitable, and that I should just fight with no fear. Then I wondered, what other fears could I fight