[center]Tank Man[/center]
. . . I shuffled the cards, and dealt them out to each player. It didn’t matter what game I was playing because I would lose, we always lost. A cold magnum bullet wouldn’t get through the thick skull of someone who always thinks they’re right.
. . . There’s a certain kind of person I admire. Tank Man, for instance, stood up to the tanks at Tiananmen Square. There’s no way that Tank Man could have actually defeated all of those tanks, but he didn’t give a freak. People like them, some are suicidal, others are masochists, but those aren’t the people I’m talking about. I’m talking about the people who don’t have time to think about whether or not they have enough courage to do something because they’re too busy standing up for what they believe in.
. . . His cigarette smoke blew in my face. I laid down my cards and won, the truth plain to see on the wooden table. He and his two iron fists didn’t agree. Nobody had ever bothered to say anything because of those two iron fists. I was right and there would be a price to pay. Sometimes there are things that you know if you can stand up to and survive that you could take on anything in the world.
That was acutally pretty kick ass. Although I hate poker (as I am assuming that's what you were playing) due to the recent boom of professionalism within the field, what you described had a very good atmosphere, the intensity of what a card game may hold was also brought out.
The last part was great, loved the whole "in your face" win and proudly taking the aftermath of it.