Dirty Little Secret

Drew had not planned on being a lumberjack tonight. The match wasn't scheduled but oh well. More fun for him. He rolled his shoulders as he walked out, down the ramp, taking his place around the ring beside Jake.

Jake was pumped up as he always was. He loved his job but the smile on his face was not just for that when Drew McIntyre walked up to stand beside him
"Hey Drewbie."

Drew nodded politely.
"Jake." He and Jake hadn't gotten a chance to spend much time together so far in this buisness.

Jake pretended to watch the match but he scooted closer to Drew.
"Tho your all thcotith."
He hated how he butchered the word.

"Um, yes..." Drew arched an eyebrow, leaning on the second and bottom ropes.

Jake hummed to himself.
"Im all American"
He grinned as he watched the match.

"I think we all know that." Drew laughed. "With your eagle and how you say it every time you enter the ring." Drew joked, he really didn't have a problem with that. He was just teasing.

"Awww come on, I have my own mathcot, thath cool. Or like the Miz would thay, thath awethome!"

"Yes, an oversized bird... very cool." Drew chuckled.

"Okay just for that, that day you come out here in a skirt ill be the first to laugh."

"Not a skirt. It is a KILT. K-I-L-T. I repeat, KILT." Drew emphazied, sticking out his tongue.

Jake laughed and put a hand over his mouth.
"Coughskirtcough"
He laughed.

"Keep talkin. It may be a skirt but I look fucking sexy in the skirt." Drew stuck his tongue out again, eyes glued to the match.

"Yeah, im thure you do."
Jake nodded, not noticing what he had said.

Drew looked back at him and raised an eyebrow. But he just brushed it off and turned back to the match.
Jake was probably being sarcastic...

Jake snickered.
"I would pay money to thee you in one of thoth thirtth."

"I got one in my locker room as we speak." Drew smirked.

"Wanna put it on and modle it for me?"
He was serious but he hoped if it freaked Drew out he would brush it off as a joke.

Drew chuckled.
"I think that could be arranged."

Jake turned to him.
"Theriouthly?"
He cursed himself, he sounded retarded.

"Theriouthly." Drew smirked. "I enjoy your lithp, Jake." He chuckled, but he was serious. Or as Jake would say it, theriouth.

Jake's cheeks flamed.
"Dont laugh at me, I can't help it."
He hated his lisp.

"I'm not lauging at you. I'm laughing with you." Drew grinned and he would have kissed Jake's cheek if they were not in front of millions of people.

Jake grumbled.
Everyone had to point out he had a lisp or a speech impediment.
It was embaressing.

"Naww, Jake don't be upset." Drew grinned and patted Jake's back. That was the most he could get away with on television in front of people.