Jaina v Sylvanas (8) (Patreon)

Jaina's face had started a bright red, but was rapidly turning darker. Her body started to jerk and twitch as her resistance got weaker. She had opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out but a warbling gurgle.

"Hmm," Sylvanas mused, looking down at her trapped prey. "So much for your confidence..."

The banshee considered her fading foe. Shackled to the ropes, Jaina was nearly helpless. The admiral's body was almost limp underneath her, barely conscious. This match was surely decided if she simply remained in this hold. Sylvanas let it go another few excruciating seconds longer.

"No. Too easy," the queen quickly stated, lifting her weight up off of Jaina. "Too painless."

Sylvanas stayed above her captive, legs still pinning her down to the mat as she shuffled forward up towards the edge of the ring. She ducked underneath the ropes, and pulled Jaina the rest of the way forward until her head was dangling off the canvas. Then, she retook her throne.

With nothing below her, Sylvanas had no further need to fold her legs into a triangle. She extended them down towards the ground, putting the full of her weight down on Jaina's unsupported neck as she grinned out towards the stands. Not only was all of her weight bearing down in an absolutely crushing headscissor, Jaina's neck was being forced back with that same pressure. A hold like this was a liable to choke her unconscious as it was to snap her neck entirely...

Sylvanas didn't much mind either way.