Bruce Almighty
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Stephen Chidwick passed his cards over one another in the hypnotic way he always does when he's awaiting an opponent's decision. This time, the ball was in Steven Bruce's court, his open from middle position raised to 21,000 (unless he was all in and didn't bother to push the shrapnel) by Chidwick in the big blind.
"Sorry about this," apologized Bruce to the table as he continued to dwell. "It's OK," relieved a table mate, "We've got six hours and none of us want to go anywhere."
Soon after, Bruce took a deep breath and announced all-in with 
. Chidwick held 
.
After the commonplace good luck wishes, the dealer rolled out a 
flop, followed by a 
turn, before, finally, a testicle-crunching 
river.
Chidwick nodded his head in defeat and immediately slid over his remaining pyramid of black chips, which amounted to around 25,000.
Bruce, meanwhile, began reconstructing his stack, and although it was currently in ruins, a rough guess would be that it would eventually transform into a neatly designed structure of 150,000.