MuscleWeek exposed the unlikelihood of this actually happening by pointing out that even the most famous and well-known fitness model, Monica Brant can’t command that much of a salary. In fact, most fitness models and are barely compensated at all for endorsing supplements and representing these companies at Expos and stores, with the models receiving a tiny stipend or free supplements in exchange for their services.

MuscleWeek called BULLSHIT on Anna’s story right from the start — beginning with the whole $75,000 contract story — and ending with our own analysis of Anna’s physique, which we concluded was the result of, ahem, supplemental testosterone. But what about the middle part of the story — that this phantom supplement company offered her $75,000 but only if she agreed to take a non-steroid product called Anavar.

For the uninitiated, Anavar was a trademarked name for an actual steroid (oxandrolone) made by Searle (now Pfizer) Pharmaceuticals during the 1980′s and 1990′s and sold via a prescription. Anavar — the steroid — is no longer produced legally. But interestingly, in 2003 a man named Jared Wheat registered the abandoned trademark and his company (coincidentally, based out of Georgia) Hi-Tech Pharmaceuticals began selling a product called Anavar. Now, MuscleWeek cannot say whether that product contained the substance oxandrolone or Hi-Tech was simply misrepresenting a placebo as Anavar, but Jared Wheat, the CEO of Hi-Tech was sentenced to 50 months in prison for selling generic knockoffs of legitimate products using an off-shore manufacturing plant.

But just to leave no stone unturned, MuscleWeek contacted Hi-Tech Pharmaceuticals — the only company of whom we are aware is selling a non-steroidal product called Anavar — and asked them if they knew of Anna Watson and whether they were the company who offered Anavar and the $75,000 contract to her. Here is their reply:

And so, the plot thickens. Here is a nervous and jittery Anna Watson responding to our article on Inside Edition yesterday:

Watch carefully as she seems to grow nervous admitting even to using whey protein — feeling the unnecessary need to explain that it’s found in milk. Between the proselytizing and the fumbling, our BS Detector is going off the charts.

There’s going to be a break in this story soon. Because, as we always say at MuscleWeek: Behind every woman with large muscles is a boyfriend holding an empty syringe.