Not half badly, at first

Jack threw another roundhouse kick at Mama, but she disappeared just before he would have hit her. He nearly fell down, and just when he got his balance back she dropkicked him on the shoulder.

"Anticipate, Jack!" She said. Just as he got back to his feet she grabbed his legs from behind and tripped him.

"How am I supposed to do that when you just keep teleporting?" Jack was getting angry and he swung his arms, hoping to hit her. Instead she grabbed his arm and threw him over her hips and down onto the mat.

"Have you been listening to anything I've told you?"

Jack got to his knees, panting. He slowly stood up, and Mama grabbed him from behind. She wrapped her arm around his neck and the other around the back of his head, putting him in a sleeper. She squeezed, and her small bicep dug into Jack's neck.

"If you're not going to think about what you're doing, you're always going to lose to people who are."

Jack tried to hit her with his elbow, but not very hard. After he missed twice, he suddenly stomped on her foot. He turned and grabbed her, slamming them both into the side of the cage.

"Its just like you, Karen, you can't just win, you have to talk. Jack spun her around so her tits were pressed against the cage. But then instead of attacking her, he unhooked the harness her strapon was attached to.

Mama reached for the strap and Jack grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. With his other hand he undid the rest of the harness and took it off her. Taking the dildo part he pushed it up against her face. Mama turned her head, trying to not let him get it in her mouth.

Then she mule kicked him in the balls.

Jack fell down to his knees. Mama put his neck in between her her thighs and squeezed hard. She wasn't ripped like a fitness woman but her thigh muscles were rock hard from years of fighting and sex.

She grabbed him by the waist and lifted him so he was upside down.

"You have to think ahead Jack. Your moves are fine but you're only thinking about offense. You never anticipate and you get reversed just like this."

She bounced him up and down. The blood was rushing into his head.

"Now I can squeeze you out with a scissor, knock you out with a piledriver, or..." She yanked his shorts down, or up rather, and wrapped one hand around his cock. She gripped it tight and worked on his head with her thumb. "Milk you dry."

"You thought you were winning, and now you'll lose in any way I choose to make you lose as soon as I decide I'm ready."