Castello and Oscar were in a room away from the bustle of prison, alone, with heavy and tense air between them.
"What the hell are you?" Why do you want to talk to me? Said Oscar, his eyes fixed in Castello with distrust.
"Tell yourself," Castello replied, raising his hands in a conciliatory gesture. You don't have to worry. I come to give you excellent news. But first of all, my name is Castello. It is a pleasure to talk to a great fighter like you.
Oscar analyzed him while taking a seat on the other side of the table, his hard and challenging expression.
"Please go to the point," Oscar said, frowning.
"Of course," Castello replied with a confident smile. You will see, we are about to organize a tournament in the prison. Inmates of other prisons will come to compete.
Oscar sighed, clearly impatient. Before Castello could continue, he interrupted him.
"And what do I have to do with that tournament to organize?"
"We want there to be a show," Castello said, trying to maintain a persuasive tone. And you are a great fighter. You will surely win easily.
Oscar stared at him, his distrust growing as a dark shadow in his mind.
"Watch me," he replied firmly. I don't plan to get on a ring at this time. Less where stupid inmates will fight in a prison.
-You're sure? It is not any tournament, "Castello insisted, approaching him slightly. The winner ... will get freedom as a prize.
Oscar looked at him for a moment, as if he doubted whether that was true or just an illusion to manipulate it.
"You should participate," Castello continued, his soft but firm voice. The other inmates do not have as much level as you. You will surely win easily. This is your chance.
The offer was floating in the air, loaded with possibilities and risks, while Oscar was wearing every word in his agitated mind.
"And why the hell do you want me to participate?" Said Oscar with distrust, frowning as he crossed his arms.
"I told you." As a matter of "show," Castello replied, keeping calm.
Oscar was silent, carefully thinking of Castello's words. The idea of the tournament was repulsive, but there was something tempting in it.
"Put it well," Castello continued, trying to capture his attention. You will have moments to train, rest and have better quality food.
Finally, Oscar got up from the chair, as if a determination spark had ignited something in him. Castello observed it with interest.
"I'm not interested." Although the prize is tempting, they better give or look for another inmate the opportunity to participate in the tournament.
Castello frowned, trying to keep his persuasion intact.
"Are you sure what you say?" He asked with an almost challenging tone.
"Yes, I told you," Oscar replied firmly. I have no interest in entering that stupid tournament.
He paused to let his words go deep.
"One one: I don't train a long time ago." Two: my body is not very good physically. Three: I don't plan to get on a ring right now. Four: I am thinking about more important things and five: my representative will soon free me from here, "Oscar said before heading towards the door.
Castello felt a stab of frustration, but at the same time something in Oscar's words captured his attention. Before Oscar could open the door and leave, Castello interrupted him.
"Your representative?" He said with a curious tone that hid a flash of hope.
"That was what I said," Oscar replied without looking back as he opened the door and left.
The guard spoiled him abruptly and took him again to his cell, leaving Castello alone in the room. He stayed there; His plan had not marched as expected, but Oscar's words resonated in his mind as a persistent echo. He would not give up; He already had a new step to continue to achieve it.
While Oscar entered his cell again, he dropped into bed, which was nothing comfortable. The cold metal surface constantly reminded him of his confinement.
"A tournament," he sighed frustrated. All I want is to get out of this place, see Miranda and rebuild my life. I have no intention of entering that strange tournament.
"I hope David can get me out soon," Oscar said, looking at the floor with discouragement.
Castello went back to the prison director's office. He entered sharply and closed the door with a dry blow.
"I want to ask you a question," he said with determination.
"Mr. Castello, what is that way of entering?" Replied the director, surprised. How did you go with Oscar?
-Evil. It resists. He doesn't want to participate in the game. And if he doesn't participate, it makes no sense to make the tournament.
"Mmm, I see ... Any other plan to convince him?" Do we send our guards to hit it like this? The director suggested with a sarcastic tone.
"What stupides are you saying?" If they hurt him, he may not advance even the first round, "Castello replied, frowning. Why don't you listen to me? You know who Oscar Cooper's representative is.
"Yes, I think it's David Jones, why?" Asked the man, something confused.
"Don't be silly." I will look for that David Jones so that he tries to convince Oscar to participate. If someone speaks of confidence, as your representative, surely accept.
"Yes, that's another great idea," the director said, showing a hint of interest.
"We'll tell David's plan." If he wants to join, welcome. Well, we'll see each other on another occasion, "Castello said before leaving.
As he walked down the cold and bleak hall of the prison, Castello was not going to give up. The possibility of earning more money drove him to try anything to achieve it; His ambition was stronger than any obstacle that stood on his way.