Binion's Horseshoe Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada. The home of the World Series of Poker. Thirty-six world champions earned their fame and fortune in that building. Now, it was time to name another.
Not a world champion, but an invitational champion.
Sixteen professional poker players graciously accepted their invitation to this event, but only one would walk out with the $1 million first place prize. The lobby was full of players, casino staff, and the media, waiting as the double doors leading to the main floor finally opened. From the infamous Phil Hellmuth to the rising star Greg Raymer, they all walked into the room, complete with two tables full of chips, ready to play some Texas Hold'em.
Some of them, however, had another idea in mind. As everyone sat down at their respective seat, three pairs of hands patted at the cold decks in their pockets. "Winning is winning;" they thought, "it's the money that really matters."
Raymer took out his signature glasses, glancing around the room, "Good luck, everybody."
"Yeah, well, we'll see what luck has to do with it," they all looked over to Phil Hellmuth, "Poker's a game of skill, boys."
Phil Ivey remained silent as his small fan club watched hopefully from the lobby.
Sam Farha merely grinned through the dangling cigarette in his mouth.
"Phil, I think you're still looking for the kiddie game," Matusow turned, "Kiddie game's down the street. This is where it gets serious."
Hellmuth just shook his head and put his headphones on.
The director gave his speech to the players and cameras before the dealers took out the first deck of cards. Little did they know that one of the players would be out of the tournament before they could even restack their chips. The missing deck from one of the pockets made sure of that.
The dealer button was placed, and the cards were dealt.
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It is now Night 1.
PMs as soon as possible (The roles are being sent out as I type this).
Not a world champion, but an invitational champion.
Sixteen professional poker players graciously accepted their invitation to this event, but only one would walk out with the $1 million first place prize. The lobby was full of players, casino staff, and the media, waiting as the double doors leading to the main floor finally opened. From the infamous Phil Hellmuth to the rising star Greg Raymer, they all walked into the room, complete with two tables full of chips, ready to play some Texas Hold'em.
Some of them, however, had another idea in mind. As everyone sat down at their respective seat, three pairs of hands patted at the cold decks in their pockets. "Winning is winning;" they thought, "it's the money that really matters."
Raymer took out his signature glasses, glancing around the room, "Good luck, everybody."
"Yeah, well, we'll see what luck has to do with it," they all looked over to Phil Hellmuth, "Poker's a game of skill, boys."
Phil Ivey remained silent as his small fan club watched hopefully from the lobby.
Sam Farha merely grinned through the dangling cigarette in his mouth.
"Phil, I think you're still looking for the kiddie game," Matusow turned, "Kiddie game's down the street. This is where it gets serious."
Hellmuth just shook his head and put his headphones on.
The director gave his speech to the players and cameras before the dealers took out the first deck of cards. Little did they know that one of the players would be out of the tournament before they could even restack their chips. The missing deck from one of the pockets made sure of that.
The dealer button was placed, and the cards were dealt.
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It is now Night 1.
PMs as soon as possible (The roles are being sent out as I type this).
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