The coup de grace.

Britannia leaves you for a moment, retrieving something from her corner. You slump face down on the mat, weary in defeat. You hear a cheer go up from the crowd as the blonde Brit parades around the ring holding something aloft for the audience to view. As she turns towards you, you see that she is brandishing a dildo.

The fake cock has obviously been specially made to fit her wrestling persona. Britannia wields the dildo by a handle fixed to it's base which looks like the hilt of a sword. The shaft itself is metallic silver in colour and vaguely blade shaped, being much thicker in one dimension compared to the other and tapering to a blunt point. You judge it to be over a foot in length and you involuntarily clamp your thighs together as you imagine being impaled by the weapon.

"None of that slut." Britannia barks, seeing you legs close. "By right of conquest I can administer to coup de grace."

You moan, knowing that she's right. In the EWL it would be very bad form to refuse to submit to a winning wrestler unless their humiliation of a beaten opponent was drastically over the top. Britannia strides up to you and drops down on one knee, her other foot she rests on the back of your neck. Though she puts little pressure on it, she's clear that she wants your face pressed against the mat.

"Now get that loser arse up." You are ordered.

You comply with the command, struggling to your knees with your head on the floor beneath the conquering heel of Britannia. Without being ordered you part your legs submissively allowing the golden haired warrior free access to both your pussy or ass as she sees fit. Again she holds her dildo sword up, looking to the crowd for encouragement. Though you're a favourite with them it comes as no surprise that under the present situation they urge Britannia on to use her weapon on you. Around the ring you see first a few then more and more of the crowd gesture with their thumbs firmly pointed downwards until it seems the entire stadium is baying for you to be impaled.

Britannia leans down, her blonde hair brushing your face. Out of sight of the crowd she winks at you and grins.

"You OK with this sweetheart?" She asks softly so that only you can hear. "If you don't want it I can act disgusted by you and refuse to finish you off."

You give the Englishwoman a shaky grin. "It's cool, but that's one motherfucking big dildo girlfriend. Thank fuck you warmed me up before you dragged that monster out."

Satisfied that you're willing Britannia sits back up and works the crowd some more until all are gesturing frantically with their thumbs and screaming for the blonde to use the dildo sword on you.