Post by Jet Somers on Aug 12, 2009 16:47:50 GMT -5
Papa Roach's "Broken Home" begins to play in the background, and we see several sloppily spliced together filmstrip-quality clips featuring nearly identically pitiful images. In one, a little girl with stringy blond hair and dirt on her cheek clutches a teddy bear to her chest. In another, a thirty something mom type in an apron turns slowly away from the camera, trying to hide her shame from some unknown cause. Every shot of these two victims of some sort takes place in a run down looking foyer in what might be an old millhouse. Wallpaper borders peel from the tops of chipped drywall. Uneven risers mark what should be a condemned staircase. A simple two-light fixture hangs crookedly from the water-stained ceiling, and, for what might possibly be added effect, in every third shot or so one bulb is burned out and the fixture is swaying drunkenly in spiralling circles.
To add to the grim images yet without meaning, there are nanosecond quick flashes of burly arms, circled with faded tattoos and wrapped in worn in flannel turned up at the elbow. Fists clench, knuckles are popped, a palm is punched.
A break in the images comes as the film quality clears, and gingerly stepping down the broken flight, Jet Somers steps into view. The Crazy Opie's face is set with a determined scowl, stark above a black turtleneck and gray cargo pants. He holds the bannister as he descends, and at the foot of the stairs he glances disgustedly into his palm before quickly dusting off his hands.
His look returns to the camera as he begins, "As an MMA fighter, my body goes through a lot of punishment."
A quick shot of a Fighting Spirit bout in which Somers is being battered mercilessly from a ground-and-pound position by Jack Bisham.
"But I go into every fight with full respect for my opponent, despite the beating our bodies are about to receive. One thing I don't respect, though, is someone touching your body without permission," another quick reel of the forsaken child and abused mom.
"If anyone is touching you inappropriately, or tries to, tell someone! If someone is hitting you or puts their hands on you in anyway that makes you uncomfortable, it's ok to tell a counselor, teacher, policeman, pastor, or, if you're ashamed at all, you can talk to one of our anonymous operators," Jet pauses as a number appears onscreen.
"We here at Athletes Against Social Abuse are sensitive to your needs and concerns, and are fully trained to counsel any victim of social abuse," a disclaimer in barely-legible typesize appears at the bottom of the screen, informing the viewer that calls are received by actual counselors, and not the athletes themselves.
"Don't wait! If someone is touching you in any way that makes you uncomfortable, tell someone!"
The previous images become decidedly spookier as they flash by first with the original victims, and suddenly, without...
"Before it's too late..." the scene fades out on Jet Somers serious face staring matter of factly into the camera.
Paid for by Athletes Against Social Abuse.
To add to the grim images yet without meaning, there are nanosecond quick flashes of burly arms, circled with faded tattoos and wrapped in worn in flannel turned up at the elbow. Fists clench, knuckles are popped, a palm is punched.
A break in the images comes as the film quality clears, and gingerly stepping down the broken flight, Jet Somers steps into view. The Crazy Opie's face is set with a determined scowl, stark above a black turtleneck and gray cargo pants. He holds the bannister as he descends, and at the foot of the stairs he glances disgustedly into his palm before quickly dusting off his hands.
His look returns to the camera as he begins, "As an MMA fighter, my body goes through a lot of punishment."
A quick shot of a Fighting Spirit bout in which Somers is being battered mercilessly from a ground-and-pound position by Jack Bisham.
"But I go into every fight with full respect for my opponent, despite the beating our bodies are about to receive. One thing I don't respect, though, is someone touching your body without permission," another quick reel of the forsaken child and abused mom.
"If anyone is touching you inappropriately, or tries to, tell someone! If someone is hitting you or puts their hands on you in anyway that makes you uncomfortable, it's ok to tell a counselor, teacher, policeman, pastor, or, if you're ashamed at all, you can talk to one of our anonymous operators," Jet pauses as a number appears onscreen.
"We here at Athletes Against Social Abuse are sensitive to your needs and concerns, and are fully trained to counsel any victim of social abuse," a disclaimer in barely-legible typesize appears at the bottom of the screen, informing the viewer that calls are received by actual counselors, and not the athletes themselves.
"Don't wait! If someone is touching you in any way that makes you uncomfortable, tell someone!"
The previous images become decidedly spookier as they flash by first with the original victims, and suddenly, without...
"Before it's too late..." the scene fades out on Jet Somers serious face staring matter of factly into the camera.
Paid for by Athletes Against Social Abuse.
