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1999
The 1999 Mr. Olympia It's 3 am Sunday morning in the city of Las Vegas as I write this. I been up since about 8 am Thursday and my head is spinning. Somebody stop this ride, I want to get off! If you've never been to an Olympia, it's about time you got off your ass and made the trip. It's not about sitting in a stadium and watching 16 guys pose on stage. Oh no. The Olympia is a cultural event, a human zoo, a freak show, and a huge party rolled into one event. In this article I'm going to try and convey this experience as much as possible in the written word and give you my take on the show. Let's go. First off, let me say one thing. To the piece of shit who stole my $700 digital camera, I hope you die. Scratch that. I hope you are gang raped by a group of syphilitic lepers whose recent ingestion of copious amounts of GHB has not only heightened their state of sexual arousal, but also made it impossible for them to reach orgasm. There, I feel much better now. I must apologize to the readers of Anabolic Extreme, as the theft of my camera will preclude me from including a lot of great shots of the Expo and both banquets. THURSDAY After the conference we stroll into the Expo hall. It's not officially open until tomorrow at noon but security assumes we are part of the show and lets us in. I'm lucky enough to run into Dorian Yates as he oversees the production at his booth. Normally Dorian is as accessible as the Pope, especially during the years he was competing. He is gracious enough to talk with me a while and I ask him about the recent goings-on with Paul Borreson and Biohazard USA. Dorian is definitely down in size, I would estimate him to weigh around 230-240 lbs. He appears to be happy with his new life and in terrific health. After cruising the expo we hit the casinos. Hopefully everyone reading this has seen a professional caliber bodybuilder at some point in their life. Now imagine what happens when you release several dozen of these individual on an unsuspecting public in one location. Everyone in the casino is wondering what in the hell is going on. While Rick loses his ass on craps, I'm watching everyone else as they see bodybuilding in all of its glory for the first time. To my left I've got Marcus Ruhl in sweats walking the floor. In the distance I can see Denise Masino making the rounds with her husband. Holy shit, it's Kovacs. This goes on to late in the night and was a great source for entertainment. FRIDAY Anyone and Everyone is at the expo. Denise Masino has her booth, Kovacs is at MuscleTech, Frank Sepe, Bill Kazmier, and Dave Palumbo sign autographs at the Met-RX booth. Max Muscle sports Melvin Anthony, Stan Macrary, and Dan Freeman signing autographs and giving away copies of their latest magazine. Flex and Lee Haney sign autographs at the BioChem booth. Amy Fahdli and a host of other beautiful fitness girls are in various booths taking pictures with fans and signing autographs. Bottom line is this. At the end of the Expo, I've mingled with about 75% of the big names in bodybuilding and fitness. Friday night we attend the Ms. Fitness Olympia. I had gone into this show with very low expectations. I left stunned at the quality of the competitors and amazing display of athleticism I had just witnessed. For those of you who dismiss the Ms. Fitness Olympia contestants as a bunch of chicks who workout and jump around on stage, think again. Hey, I'm hardcore bodybuilding all the way. Nothing gets me more fired up than seeing Marcus Ruhl hit a most muscular. However, the poise, grace, and incredible routines of the fitness contestants leaves me stunned. I can guarantee you that this sport is in its infancy and is going to be huge, possibly bigger than the Mr. Olympia. It's easier for most "normal" people to accept and the contestants are definitely more marketable. On the to the Ms. Fitness Olympia banquet. After the show, Rick and I hang around to schmooze with the various competitors and more famous attendees. After about 45 minutes of cruising around the outside of the venue, we head on down to the banquet. Rick and I have been enjoying quite a few libations at this point (read: we are drunk as shit) and are making the most of the party. Rick is actually gathering all of the contestants up for a variety of photos, ordering them around this way and that. Amazingly enough, they're following his directions! The thing that kills me is he's using one of those disposable Kodak cameras and they're treating him like he's shooting them with a $10,000 rig. We manage to piss off JR, the photographer from Flex, as we are getting all the shots he needs for the mag. Sorry bud, we'll send you some after we get the Kodak developed. Every competitor we meet is a real sweetheart. Although Monica is obviously very disappointed with her 4th place finish, she seems in good spirits and is very gracious with her time. All of the competitors are very well spoken and intelligent, more than happy to talk to the fans at the banquet. Look for big things in the future for all of these women. SATURDAY We hit the Expo again and find it's not as good as yesterday. A lot of the competitors aren't there, probably exhausted after prejudging. Plus, there are twice as many people at the Expo today as there were yesterday, so we can barely move. We split out of here fairly early, since we' pretty saw everything yesterday. Let this be a lesson to all of you. Come early so you can hit the Expo on the first day. Flying in the day of the show will guarantee that you miss a lot of scenery. Now, I must pause here for a moment. Did I mention the scattered ass here at the show? This is Las Vegas, I'm sure there are hot chicks running around day and night. However, we're getting stopped by bellboys at the various casinos, asking us what the hell is going on. They've never seen this many beautiful women in one place before. Now, I'm not easily impressed. My girlfriend is a professional cheerleader for the NFL and I've worked in some jobs where I've been surrounded by great looking women (read: strip club manager). However, the women here are amazing. This alone is reason enough for you guys to make the trip. Saturday night, time for the Mr. O. THE
CONTEST Pawel Jablonicki Jay Cutler Nasser El
Sonbaty Mike Matarazzo Chris Cormier John Pierre
Fux Ronnie Coleman Dexter Jackson Flex Wheeler Marcus Ruhl Kevin Levrone Shawn Ray Lee Priest Ernie Taylor Milos Sarcev Paul Dillet The final results of the show were as follows:
The banquet isn’t as good as I thought it would be, most of the athletes are taking off after making a brief appearance. Some highlights of the banquet would have to be Ray Stern throwing a fit after he feels he's been slighted somehow and watching Greg Kovacs getting denied entry. Greg shows up in a tight blue spandex-lycra shirt and no invitation. He's so goddamm big that the shirt is stretching over his gut, exposing the bottom portion of his belly. It's hilarious. Frankly, I think they were worried about running out of food. Instead of showing up in a tux, Ronnie is in a red tank top, knowing that people want to see him exposed anyway. FINAL
THOUGHTS The travesty of the whole weekend is the placing of Marcus Ruhl. How a man of his size and condition places any lower than seventh is beyond me. The crowd goes wild during his routine and is shocked when he is announced 12th. The crowd is chanting "Marcus, Marcus, Marcus" as Demilia announces the top 10. My heart goes out to Marcus as I know he trained his heart out for this show. Ed Corny is brought out during the Mr. O and given an award. Sadly, Ed is now in a wheelchair and is trying to comeback from a debilitating illness. Ed is very gracious in his acceptance speech and ends with, "Like Arnold said, I'll be back!" I hope so Ed, my prayers are with you. During the posedown, Shawn Ray is bitched by just about everyone on stage. He immediately tries to muscle between Ronnie and Flex, both of whom shove him back. Their combined push almost sends Shawn tumbling on his ass. After that he lamely follows the crowd from one side of the stage to the next. Too bad, Shawn is such a great guy. If you've got the means and can get away, plan on attending next years show. Like I said, it's not about the contest. The contest is like a three-hour break from a huge bodybuilding party. Special thanks to my bro Jason for making this all possible. I'll see you all at next years show. Hi to the couple from Luxemburg, the black guy from Atlanta we met at the fitness banquet, the high rollers from Kentucky, the two Air Force guys from Germany, the couple from Mexico, the fitness chick from Utah, and everyone else who made the trip special. Copyright Jason Meuller and Anabolic Extreme This article may not be copied, reproduced, or electronically transmitted without the express written permission of the copyright owners. |
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