If you favor an excellent conspiracy theory - and who doesn't? - you cannot do better than the Grand Connaught Rooms in London, home of the Freemasons. (Well, the official home of the Freemasons, but who knows? Huh? Huh? Amirite?)
Today mainly ballroom of this most vaunted institution, there was a veil of secrecy draped over no less than 350 square feet. When everybody arrived this morning, they were confronted by a huge black curtain describing something like a circle, behind which who knows what was occurring - but there have been lights and cameras and, presumably, action.
Organisers were doing their best to disregard it - "Nothing to peer here!" - nevertheless it wasn't exactly inconspicuous. This time last year, there have been poker tables on this ballroom and straightforward passage between them. Today it has been like watching a stage magician fidget his hand around a large felt bag but never pulling anything out.
Rumour has it that what we were was what's referred to as a "closed set". There has been actually a television stage behind the mysterious curtain on which they were recording the general table of the made-for-television Shark Cage tournament.
The Shark Cage has popped up once in London before, in addition to on the PCA, in Monaco and in Barcelona. They've been filming heats in any respect of the principle EPT stops for the past year and now we've reached the general.
The problem is that not one of the heats have actually screened on television yet - they are, consistent with James Hartigan, coming towards the top of this month - and what with poker players' obsession with Twitter and Facebook and the like, the one approach to maintain any degree of suspense was to borrow one of the vital masons' big cloaks. Otherwise there would was photos and tweets and bad beat stories - spoilers, in other words.
PokerStars Blog, however, is committed to the scoop and happily we recently recruited a brand new member of staff who goes by the name of Edward S. He's just a little a strange type, actually: behind his accountant's glasses and anonymous side-parting, he was talking so much about Global Cardplaying Headquarters -- he calls it GCHQ -- and he keeps asking if anybody knows the way to get to the Ecuadorian embassy. Most bizarrely, a member of the Russian media said he had to book a flight for next week back to Moscow, and Edward reeled off all of the flight-schedule by heart.
Anyhow, our new eager cub reporter seemed keen to take a look at to infiltrate this shady television organisation run by Hartigan and "Stapes" (a pseudonym, I WILL BE bound), and he sent back his first dispatch some time ago. We've needed to send it during the official censors, but here is what our Edward found out.
I find myself within the curtain at EPT London, standing beside what seems like a ███████████. There are ████████ people here too, all of whom seem to be ████████. In case you ask me, they're all ████████ ████████ ████████.
One of them, who appears to move by the name ████████, at one point said ██ desired to "raise the stakes". They seemed high enough to me: there is a prison in here, a solitary round cell with bars on it. Some other person said they had caught ████████ committing some roughly crime and whatever you call this kangaroo court sent ████████ to the jail. ████████ stood there crying for ten minutes.
Another some of the inmates, apparently referred to as ████████ suddenly had all of ███ money stolen - right in front of everybody's eyes. ████████ was immediately banished from the land and told ██ could never return - a gruesome fate I DO KNOW only too well.
Soon enough I managed to grasp the idea. This was a fight where only the strongest would survive. ████████ then knocked ████████ to the ground, before ████████ forced the banishment of ████████. The others laughed at ████████'s fate, but then ████████ and ████████ also went to the prison.
████████ and ████████, who appeared to be getting essentially the most money - the cheating capitalist ████████ - were then the last two left. When they sat and discussed their secrets in silence, bribing each other from side to side for roughly two hours, ████████ did something with ████████ and ████████ was banished.
████████ stood alone and was given an enormous lump of metal. Then someone wheeled on a large canon and shot ████████ with silver bullets.
I ran for my life.
Thanks Edward. If that eye-witness account hasn't whetted your appetite for the approaching Shark Cage episodes on TV, then I DO NOT know what will.
Follow our coverage of the EPT London festival via the primary EPT London page, where there are hand-by-hand updates and chip counts within the panel on the top and have pieces below. Coverage of the general table of the UKIPT Main Event is at the UKIPT page.
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