I loved Dolph Ziggler, 30, 6'0", 223#, in his pre-April "Max Headroom" phase. Effete and cowardly, with blond from the bottle. He looked artificial--photoshopped even when he wasn't--the perfect monster out of WWE's star-making laboratories. And I do mean "perfect." I had no complaints. He made WWE interesting to me. The synthetic Dolph Ziggler made me want to take Vince McMahon by the ... h-h-h-hand.
Some have complained that, with the new, more natural short dark cut, new tights, and new tough attitude, he's become just a "generic" wrestler. Now, he looks amazingly like his younger brother Ryan Nemeth, 26, 6'1", 209#, and I wonder whether (if there's a god) the two will ever team up as partners or (gulp--if there's a god who loves me) the two will ever wrestle each other.
But I do mean--and it's a key word--"amazing."
Ziggler looks better--but, yes, perhaps just a little less distinctive. (Perhaps, that is, had there never been, before 2008, um, a peroxide blond wrestler.) Still he is hardly "generic" in the context of the wrestlers I grew up with--and you'd be hard pressed to find a better looking man today ... anywhere. And we all should be so lucky to look this generic--or to have a full stable of wrestlers who look like this man. Send in the clones, I say. There ought to be clones. Well, maybe next year. (Too gay?)