Sunny and Kevin step on to the mats in identical pink gear. The similarities are uncanny, both feel each other up in sync like they are mirror images until one takes the advantage.
They go back and forth until one emerges as the Dom, or is this a balance of jobber heel power, a reflection of each other's tendencies, or neither? Whatever meaning you find in this interaction, just know that on Wednesdays they wear pink, and you should too or you can't sit with them.