If ever a man has needed a fresh start in a new company, its Nick Dolph Ziggler Nemeth. Its not that long ago that Dolph Ziggler was one of the three most over performers on the roster. When he cashed in the Money In The Bank briefcase on the night after WrestleMania 29, he got a pop as big, if not bigger than any of the megastars that were on the big show itself. A year and a half later, his performance at Survivor Series actually did steal the show, as Ziggler was booked to be the MVP of the biggest match on the card, eliminating three men as the last man left on his team to win the match and remove the evil Authority from power. Those are starmaking turns, the former given him by the crowd, the latter a gift from management. So what the hell happened in 2015? Allegedly, he booked a stand-up comedy gig at the end of 2014 without the consent of the office, and was booked to lose the Intercontinental Championship immediately afterwards, a title hed only just reclaimed after his stellar Survivor Series. Then there was the Lana/Rusev/Summer love rhombus, a hideous angle that stalled all four careers for months and may have permanently damaged him as a fan favourite. He was supposed to be the charismatic babyface hero in the storyline, but came off so horrible douchey, so obnoxious, that he nearly pulled off the opposite crowd reaction to his Money In The Bank win in 2013, almost turning himself heel. Now, a legitimate heel turn might actually save him - but are WWE audiences able to turn around on him themselves? Can they place their faith in Nick Nemeth as a performer and Dolph Ziggler as a character once again, after being burned so often? Consensus amongst hardcore fans appears to be that hes done for: that years of inconsistent booking and casual burials have combined to render Ziggler a bad joke. However, if this set bombs theres always the chance that a fresh act and some new material could set the crowd on fire again. If anyones got the testicular fortitude to go steal the show somewhere else, its the Show-Off.
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