Not good for Janeway

Janeway and Seven advanced towards each other, both clad in their Starfleet outfits. Seven was smiling, she was already picturing Janeway with head buried between her legs. Maybe she could drag her back to the locker room and have both T'Pol and Janeway work her over.

Janeway for her part was very carefully and warily circling her opponent. She knew Seven had clear physical superiority, but she was also perhaps a bit over confident.

The two combatants locked up in the center of the ring, and Janeway’s next thought as she was thrown across the ring into the corner was "Nope, her confidence level is about justified."

Janeway was slammed into the corner and stunned as the wind was knocked from her. Seven quickly advanced upon her and with one hand easily ripped her top from the captain's torso.

Janeway's naked tits were soon covered as Seven's mouth descended on them. Her tongue rapidly flicked over Janeway's nipple eliciting moans from her Captain.
As Janeway felt Seven's hand cup her hot pussy she used all her strength to push her away. As Janeway fell down after exerting all her strength she saw Seven across the ring smiling. Janeway knew she was losing. But she could clearly see she had an advantage over Seven having already have had a match and then fucked T'Pol in the back. Maybe she could use that to her advantage, or maybe the intelligent captain had a back up plan.