Building my dynasty [ D2 tournament ]

Victor sat at his desk in cloaked darkness. It had been several hours since the last person had gone home. The subtle scent of sewage clung to the back of noise nose, and his lips pulled back into a look of pure disgust. Oh how far his kingdom had fallen. It infuriated him that he could so clearly see the smirk that Octavia would have paraded around in if she hadn't of been buried six feet under, in an unnamed grave. His fingers clench around the glass in his hands, and he takes a deep, calming breath. Just the image of her sneering face was enough to set him off. The election was coming up and as things stood at the moment, he was pretty much screwed. He needed to fix this, and he needed to fix this yesterday.

District two was a laughing stock, a district that should be towering over the rest was nothing but a junkyard. Those thoughts alone are enough to have Victor seething in rage. And the cherry on top of this fucking disgusting cherry pie was the fact that District Nine- District Nine of all fucking districts- was now home to his peacekeepers. They should be sorting through trash, they were the scum of Panem after all, filled with gangs that bickered more than his ungrateful children.

Victor needed to do something to prove to the district that they weren't the pathetic, weak, and useless subjects that the Capitol was presenting them to be- despite the fact that they were. Career after career sent into the game to be have their ass handed to them by kids who were nothing but skin and bone. District Two's performance had been nothing short of pathetic, with continuous failures to bring home the glory, the crown, the title.

Victor needed to change that. He needed to test those who called themselves careers, if not to prove to him, but to prove to themselves, to their District that they were more than just trash pushing failures.

He needed to formulate a test that even surpassed the cruelties of his training tactics. He needed to create the ultimate test, one that was brutal, vicious and cruel. A test that would weed out the weak from the strong.

So a competition he would create. Constructed around the skeletons of beginning of the Hungergames, he would create a tournament where the last man standing would be crowned Victor. The ultimate test, and Victor Strauss would be the Gamemaker, if he dared to give himself the title.