Queen Burn sniffed haughtily. 

"Let's start off this tournament with a...good note." She flicked her wings and the cages containing the MudWing and IceWing rolled out of the prisons. 

"Ah." The SkyWing announcer said with a smile, looking up at his queen. He flicked his tail and two SandWing guards flew forward and severed the ropes binding the dragons. The MudWing slid forward, hissing and glaring at the IceWing. 

"You'll PAY." The MudWing hissed. Queen Burn looked down at the two. 

"Oooh, some drama." 

"In one corner, a MudWing, a traitor for desertion, I give you Crocodile of the MudWings!" Crocodile hissed and flicked his tail. The MudWings in the stands roared and thundered their wings. "And in the other corner, an IceWing, a traitor for running and hiding, I give you Wolf of the IceWings." The crowd roared and hissed, demanding bloody entertainment. But they quickly fell silent under Queen Burn's glare.

"Wolf and Crocodile. I'll give it too you straight. You fight. One of you will come out alive. Then you move on." She turned back to the SkyWing. He nodded. 

"Claws up!" The MudWing hissed, fire at the ready. "FIRE READY." The IceWing lashed her long, whip-thin tail.

"FIGHT!"

(Whoever I decide role-plays better wins the round!)