Sami Zayn lost his shot at the NXT Title at Takeover 2 after his close friend Adrian Neville pulled out the ref, kicked him in the face, and picked up the pinfall. After the match Zayn's body language told the story of someone having trouble coming to terms with what life just dealt him. How could his friend have turned on him like that?

In an interview on Fallout he was simply at a loss for words, like any other person in his situation would be. We've all been burned by someone we thought was close to us. We know what that feeling of loss feels like. Zayn couldn't express it in his interview. You could tell he hurt too much.

The above paragraphs are why I love Sami Zayn. He is me, you, your neighbor, and every other regular guy or gal. He wants to succeed at the highest level possible, but just can't seem to put all the right parts together to get it done. And when he does put it all together someone snatches it away. That's why he is over in NXT, in my heart, and in the hearts of many other wrestling fans.

A good babyface has to be able to draw empathy. If we can't draw on a personal experience to connect with a face then they will fail. It might not happen in one instant, but it will happen. Recently born babyfaces Daniel Bryan (a guy fucked over by his bosses for no real reason) and Dean Ambrose (A man betrayed by one of his closest friends) are mega-over because we have either directly been in one of those situations or know someone very close to us who has. For me, my step-father got unceremoniously fired from a job years ago (he's gotten a new job since), and a close friend of mine through college burned our relationship to ashes several months ago. Zayn is us and that's why we love him.

And now I get to the technicolor monster of perfection known as John Cena. A man who espouses to Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect should easily be beloved. All of those qualities are admirable in a person, but Cena is hated by many. Why?

Simple. A rich man doesn't need to tell you that he's rich, but Cena reminds us every single day. Zayn is the guy who runs the multi-billion dollar company but still sits in the cheap seats at games because he likes to, wears his gym shoes whenever he can, married a pretty brunette who works as a baker and drives a nice yet modest Toyota. When he goes out his meal of choice is a burger and a Sam Adams. He doesn't need the world to know about his wealth.

Cena was the all-state quarterback in high school who dated the prettiest cheerleader while being student council president as well as graduating valedictorian. He got a job thanks to daddy, makes a lot of money, and oh....HE LETS YOU KNOW IT. He's the guy who drives the Maserati, has a wife with fake tits, wears the finest clothes, and jet sets around the world. When he goes out he eats Prime Rib and washes it down with a 50-year old whiskey.

Who's the guy you can empathize with here? The guy who drives a Toyota to work every day or the guy in the $4,000 suit driving the Maserati? You can tell us that both are nice guys but we're only going to believe you halfway.

That's the disconnect with Cena that hits home with Zayn. Zayn is your neighbor (and he was probably the one giving out full-sized candy bars on Halloween). Cena is inhuman; he's a caricature of the perfect human. There is no perfect human.

I want to like John Cena. I want to like a guy from my home state that preaches Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect but I can't. It's almost too fitting that back in Cena's developmental days in OVW he was known as The Prototype because that's what he is.