The final table of the Las Vegas Poker Championship was down to Jack "Ironhand" Carter and Victor "The Viper" Ramirez. The pot was massive, the stakes higher than ever
.Jack’s hole cards were strong—Ace of spades and King of spades—but poker wasn’t about luck. Across the table, Victor smirked, pushing his chips forward. "Feeling lucky, Jack?
"Jack called every raise, his calm demeanor unshaken. The flop came: Queen of spades, Ten of spades, Seven of hearts. One card shy of a royal flush. When the turn card showed a Two of diamonds, Victor shoved all in.
Jack studied him. Years of playing together had taught him one thing—Victor’s bravado masked desperation. "Call," Jack said.
The river card flipped: Jack of spades. A royal flush.
Victor revealed his hand—two pair. Jack leaned forward, collecting the pot with a steady hand. "Luck may play a part," he said, meeting Victor’s stunned gaze, "but skill wins the war."
And with that, Jack cemented his legacy as a true master of the game.
Last game
