Before he lost some of that baby fat in the face, I was pretty lukewarm about Ryan Taylor. John Savage over at Rants Roids n Rasslin recognized what was special in him long before I did. Not too long ago, in fact, I thought Taylor looked too other-worldly to be tough--somewhere between Harold in Harold and Maude and that boy preacher in There Will Be Blood. But in more recent photos, he is a wrestling god.
It helps that his hipness quotient shot up with me recently over the discovery of his appearances (as El Presidente) with Lucha Vavoom and some derring-do he performed at the Folsom Renaissance Faire in San Francisco. And he's got quads like fire hydrants and biceps that get as hard as Wham-O Superballs. Six-foot-nothing and 185 pounds is just my size, too. Then there's that V-shaped back. And it's always a plus for me when a wrestler keeps some fur up in his armpits.