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Studio Session: Blood & Salt Some pirates hunted for gold. Others were apparently looking for a different kind of treasure. Turns out making your handsome prisoner walk the plank wasn’t nearly as interesting as keeping him around.

History books leave out all the fun parts.

Nathan Powers walked into the room expecting another man to give him what every other opponent eventually had.

Spence Ashcroft refused.

Nathan kept throwing punches.

Spence kept taking something else.

Part Two

Before there were cameras in every gym… before there were sponsors, followers, and highlight reels… there were nights like this.

One match.

One singlet soaked through with sweat.

One crowd on its feet because somebody earned every second of the applause.

Strength doesn’t begin under perfect lighting.

It starts in places where the only thing anyone remembers is who kept pushing after everyone else was exhausted.

Some victories change your record.

The important ones change you.

Buddy & Coach Joey

Anger is one of the easiest emotions to misunderstand.

Most people assume it’s the beginning of a story.

More often, it’s the end.

It comes after weeks of biting your tongue. After convincing yourself that the thing pulling at you is really resentment. After finding a dozen reasons to hate someone because admitting the truth feels impossible.

Buddy never wanted Coach Joey’s approval. He wanted Coach Joey.

The punches, the shouting, the need to prove he was stronger…none of it solved the problem. It only delayed the moment when there was nowhere left to hide.

Some fights end with a winner. This one ended with honesty.

Buddy & Coach Joey The Complete Film.

The Measure of Men

There are moments that never make the highlight reels.

No trophies.

No roaring crowds.

No bell to signal the end.

Just two men standing close enough to know exactly how much strength the other carries.

The measure of a man isn’t taken in the weight he lifts or the fights he’s won. It’s found in those quiet moments when ego falls away, respect remains, and neither has anything left to prove.

Strength recognizes strength long before words ever could.

There comes a point during a summer workout when pride gives way to practicality.

The shirt is soaked through. Every breath feels heavier than the last. Sweat runs into your eyes, your grip starts to slip, and the old warehouse gym feels more like a furnace than a place to train.

You could call it a day.

Or you could strip off the shirt, chalk your hands, and finish what you came to do.

Strength isn’t built in perfect conditions.

It’s built on the days when the air won’t move, the iron feels twice as heavy, and every muscle is begging for a break. Sometimes the strongest thing a man can wear is the determination that got him through the door in the first place.

The sweat, the flushed skin, the aching muscles…those aren’t the goal. They’re simply proof that the work was honest.

Stay safe in the heat, gentlemen.

Drink your water.

Take care of yourselves.

And if you’re going to train…

Finish the set.

Every gathering begins the same way.

“Let’s get one good picture.”

So everyone stands a little straighter.

Someone reminds the others to look at the camera.

For a brief moment, everything is perfectly composed.

Then someone starts laughing.

Someone else throws the first playful shove.

Before long, nobody remembers the camera was ever there.

And somehow…

Those are always the photographs worth keeping.

Strong men build more than muscle. They build memories.

To the men of Atlas Base, thank you for another year of friendship, creativity, encouragement, and laughter. Your camaraderie continues to inspire so much of what we create here.

From all of us at the Brakkus Crew, we wish you a safe, joyful, and memorable Fourth of July.

There comes a point every summer when the heat finally convinces you to go looking for cold water.

Not because you’re escaping anything.

Simply because some places remind you how good it feels to be alive.

Waterfall mist.

Cold stone beneath your feet.

Sun-warmed skin meeting mountain water.

Moments like these have a way of slowing the world down.

I hope you’re finding places that let you breathe a little deeper this season.

There was a time when photographers didn’t rush.

They lingered.

On light across a shoulder.

On the curve of a smile.

On the quiet confidence that two men could simply exist in the same frame.

Before every image became louder…there were photographs that invited you to look a little longer.

I’ve always loved that era.

Bonus Scene - The Officer and The Beast

Every good story leaves something unsaid.

Sometimes the fight ends.

Sometimes the handcuffs come off.

Somewhere between childhood and adulthood, we stop calling them action figures and start calling them heroes.

Strong men have always captured our imagination.

Broad shoulders. Quiet confidence. The promise of adventure before a single word was spoken.

The packaging changes. The heroes never really do.

There are moments when strength doesn’t need an audience.

No ring. No crowd. No challenge waiting on the other side of the ropes.

Just warm water, the last light of the day, and a man remembering what it feels like to simply exist inside the body he’s spent years building.

I’ve always admired that kind of confidence.

Not the kind that demands attention.

The kind that doesn’t need it.

There’s something undeniably beautiful about watching a strong man stand quietly beneath a setting sun. Every scar, every hour in the gym, every hard lesson is still there, but for a few minutes the world asks nothing of him except to breathe.

Sometimes that’s enough.

BEEF….It’s what’s for dinner…

Some men walk into a room looking for a fight.

Others don’t have to.

Nathan Powers has spent years believing size, strength, and rage are enough to own every room he enters.

Powers thinks he found an easy target.

Spence Ashcroft has other plans.

Sometimes the most dangerous man in the bar isn’t the one throwing punches.

Sometimes it’s the one who never loses his composure.

Part One.

Special thanks to @dexfantasyimages, whose original artwork inspired the creation of Spence.

The feast begins the way every great celebration should.

Five impossibly built men. A table overflowing with food. Wine flowing freely. Laughter echoing louder than the candles.

What started as a ridiculous conversation somehow became this.

Atlas pours another cup. Tobias makes sure nobody leaves the table hungry. Tommy can’t resist stirring up a little mischief. Micah is enjoying every second of the chaos. And Titan? He finds himself cast as the evening’s guest of honor, whether he planned on it or not.

For one night, there are no rivalries. No fights. No winners or losers.

Just good company, shared laughs, broad shoulders draped in every color of the rainbow, and a reminder that Pride is as much about chosen family as it is about individuality.

Happy Pride from the Brakkus Crew. 🌈🍷🍇