As Twilight writhes blindly on the ropes, she gasps a weight presses against her slender throat. Trixie, eager to stop Twilight from squirming so much, wraps her leather-bound fist around her throat and squeezes down like a python does to its prey, before she pulls her free hand back and prepares to give the other mare a solid blow to the face that was sure to knock her lights out.