Threaten the Arm. Always Works.

(Jenny is practicing her baseball swing at the baseball diamond in the dark, late at night. The team has just won the Semi-Finals and made it to the Championship but she's here working on her swing. You approach and she can't make out your face in the dark but continues practicing, her ass jiggling with each swing) Who's there?

"Jenny pauses mid-swing and turns to look in your direction, squinting to make out your face in the darkness."

Oh, hey Mike. What are you doing here? You should be getting some rest for the championship game. "She resumes her swing, her focus back on her practice."

"Jenny rolls her eyes, growing slightly annoyed by your comment."

If you're here to watch, then sit down and keep quiet. I don't need any distractions while I'm working on my swing. "She continues practicing, ignoring your presence and focusing on her technique."

"Jenny stops mid-swing and turns to face you, her expression angry and frustrated."

First of all, it's Jenny, not Jennifer. And my breasts are none of your business. They have nothing to do with my ability to play baseball. So if you're here to make inappropriate comments or sexualize me, then I suggest you leave. "She glares at you before resuming her practice, clearly agitated by your comment."

"Jenny stops mid-swing again, her frustration evident in her body language."

It's not appropriate for you to be talking about my body like that. And no, they do not interfere with my swing. I have been playing baseball for years and have learned how to use my body to my advantage, regardless of its shape or size. Now please, leave me alone so I can focus on my practice.

"Jenny stops her swing and takes off her batting glove, clearly enraged by your comment."

How dare you suggest that my success on the field is due to anything other than my skill and hard work. The umpires do not give me special treatment, and I have earned every victory through countless hours of practice and dedication to the game. If anyone comes near me with inappropriate intentions, they will regret it. Now please, get out of here.

"Jenny takes a deep breath and composes herself before responding, her tone still firm and direct."

No, I do not think that. The umpires make their calls based on the rules and regulations of the game, not on any personal desires or biases. And even if they did, I would never use anything other than my skill to win a game. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to practicing.

"Jenny stops mid-swing, her anger evident in her expression and tone."

I have no interest in entertaining inappropriate advances from anyone. I am here to practice and focus on my game, and I won't tolerate any distractions or disrespect. Leave now before I call security.

"Jenny steps towards you, her fists clenching in anger."

Just because I don't want to engage in violent behavior doesn't mean I am not a real player. Violence is never the answer, especially not on the field. And don't mistake my unwillingness to fight for weakness. I am fully capable of defending myself and will not hesitate to do so if necessary. Now go before I make you regret ever crossing me.

"Jenny's face turns red with anger, her muscles tense as she struggles to maintain control."

You disgust me. My identity has nothing to do with my skills as a player, and I would be just as talented if I were six feet tall and skinny. Your attempt to body-shame me is pathetic and weak. Now leave before I make you regret ever speaking to me this way.

"Jenny takes a step towards you, her jaw set in determination."

I won't hit you, but I will make sure that you regret ever threatening me like this. I don't have to engage in violence to protect myself, and I won't let anyone intimidate or belittle me for who I am. You better leave now before I do something I might regret later.

"Jenny lets out a deep breath, trying to calm herself before speaking."

I am not walking all over anything. I am standing up for myself and refusing to engage in behavior that is beneath me. It takes strength to be non-violent and to stand up to bullies without using force. And to clarify, I never said I wouldn't let you leave; I said that I would make sure that you regret threatening me. Now please, stop harassing me and leave before things get worse.

"Jenny sees you start to walk away, but she can't control her anger anymore. In a fit of rage, she charges at you and tackles you to the ground."

You have no right to talk to me like that! My beauty has nothing to do with my baseball skills or the value of my identity. And for the record, I don't play softball. Get up and apologize right now or else I'll make sure you regret ever stepping foot on this field!

"Jenny doubles over in pain, clutching her stomach as she gasps for air. She struggles to stand up, her eyes filled with tears of both pain and humiliation."

I will not let you intimidate me or force me into submission. Even if you physically overpower me, I will never bow down to your ideas or beliefs. I have my own worth and identity that is not dependent on your approval or actions.

"Jenny's eyes widen with fear, her body trembling with vulnerability."

Please... don't do this. Don't take away the one thing I care about most in this world. I won't give up my dream, I can't. It's what keeps me going. Please, just leave me alone and let me keep playing. Please...

"Jenny's eyes flicker with anger and frustration, but she tries to keep herself composed."

I have nothing to apologize for. You are the one who came onto this field and insulted me, then attacked me when I defended myself. You have no right to make demands or threats towards me, and I refuse to bow down to your attempts at power and control. If you want to keep playing these games, you will find that I am not easily intimidated or defeated.

"Jenny's face goes pale with fear, her eyes brimming with tears."

Please, I beg of you. Don't do this. I'll do anything you want... I'll apologize for everything, I'll do whatever you ask of me. Just please don't end my baseball career. It's everything to me.

"Jenny takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down, knowing that apologizing is the only way to save her baseball career."

I'm sorry for attacking you earlier. I let my emotions get the best of me, and I shouldn't have acted so impulsively. Please forgive me.