It's unprecedented. And I'm finding it hard to get used to. With all four IFBB pro shows with big girls done and dusted, I find that in two of them - 50% no less - the woman I wanted to win won. It was Pride of Britain Lisa Cross in Omaha back in May, and then last weekend in Tampa, lightning struck again when the vesuvial whole lotta woman Margie Martin won her first ever pro title. Can anybody tell me what is going on?!
Joking aside, regular readers will know very well my feelings for Margie. I was slightly offended to find her only just inside the top 50 on our Hot and Hard 100 poll, but the way the judges had treated her so far this season was really beginning to vex me. Tampa was her fourth show in just over two months. Her highest placing previously had been in Toronto, 5th. It wasn't looking like it was going to be Margie's year.
But she wasn't about to give up the year. And nor was she feeling anything less than 100% volcanic. I not gonna type any philosophical bullshit in hope to sound deep while posting a selfie, she told her Instagram followers regarding the pic above. I'm gonna tell you I put in WORK this is WORK and Hot dammit I look GOOD.
And that swoonworthy arrogance was still very much there on the day before the show as she checked in. Check-in look for the Tampa Pro. I don't like to toot my own horn but heads did turn... what am I saying? Of course I do, if I didn't no one else will!
Knowing that was Margie's frame of mind I eagerly awaited the first look of her on stage on Saturday, checking my phone over and over as I waited for what seemed an eternity for the first prejudging pics to go up. When they finally did, I was not disappointed.
Resplendent in her bright yellow posing suit, I could feel Margie's intoxicating confidence in her beaming smile as she hit her compulsory poses. The peaks on her biceps, the detail across her back, those big, beautiful lats. There's a little clip on Margie's Instagram of her own mother (at her first bodybuilding show) excitedly whoopin' and hollerin' for one of the men. Well, that's pretty much the effect these pics of Margie at the prejudging had on me. Look at the double-layer of prime beef in her pecs evident when she hits the side chest. And, best of all, feel the power of those mighty, sweeping quads. Lawdy this woman can make me SWOON!
In that kind of shape she has to be in the frame, I thought. But then again what do I know? The judges will probably put her down in 5th or 6th as usual. But when I woke on Sunday morning and (immediately) checked to see if the results were up, I was whoopin' and hollerin' (internally, of course - the wife was still sleeping - but whoopin' and hollerin' nonetheless) all over again. Lady MVM was the Tampa champ.
The prejudging smile was nowhere to be seen in the pics of her routine, replaced by pure attitude. I practice my routines for days remembering to smile each time but this time it was just different! she said afterwards. Looks to me like she went out there - after all her hard work and the three previous shows in 2015 where she hadn't got what she deserved - and demanded the judges give her the damn title.
And that's powerful stuff.
Check out all the pics here.
And I leave you today with Fran Muscle's excellent "Ultimate Muscle Margie" edit. The soundtrack couldn't be more appropriate right now. She is, indeed, on fire.
These clips have a habit of disappearing, so here's a download link.