Paint it Black
"The seven-three of hearts!" exclaimed Black after van Slujis had folded. "Holy s**t, we're not going to be ****ing happy if we lose this one."
"You've got one of my outs," smirked King pointing to the king of hearts.
As Black magnetised the crowd towards him in his usual, entertaining manner, the TV crew bumbled their way over, eager to catch the Mad Monk in action.
After the inveitable pause, the T.D. announced the hands, much to the chuckle of the room, and the flop was dealt: . Black grimaced as if chewing on a lemon.
When a hit the turn, Black grimaced yet again, this time as if a wasp had landed on that lemon.
Then the river: the . The crowd gasped as if Elvis had entered the room, and Black could only look on in shock. "Oh my God," he sighed.
Consequently, we lose the former WSOP finalist, the charismatic Andy Black succumbing to the might of seven-three suited. King, meanwhile, is now shining after using up a year's worth of good fortune in one hand.