You and Tiffany were polar opposites. She was pink, you were black. Tiffany being the sun and you the moon. You two completed each other. She was the Enid Sinclair to your Wednesday Addams. You were her Yin to her Yang.

Now she was hellbent on getting you to match with her for your guys’ tag team match. “Please babe? You would look so good in pink!” Tiffany begged, using the puppy dog eyes she knew you were weak for.