It was the night before Summerslam and Dean Ambrose had been training in the gym for hours. He needed to retain the title. He just had to. After a long, hard training session, a very sweaty Ambrose was walking through the backstage area to the locker rooms when he suddenly felt something build up inside him. He knew this feeling all too well. The need to masturbate. All his life, Dean was never able to jerk off normally. He couldn't use his hands. He needed… Something more. But what? He knew. Dean immediately made his way to the arena and soon entered, walking down the ramp. There was dead silence and empty seats with the ring in the very centre. With his eyes on the prize, Dean Ambrose walked excitedly up to the ring and entered via under the bottom rope. He stood up and looked at the ropes, licking his lips in anticipation. Dean quickly took all his clothes off, revealing his sweaty, ripped torso and his massive, erect cock. He moved forward and rested his cock on the middle rope before grabbing the top rope and pulling it down on dick. He shuddered and moaned, the feeling of the rope sending pleasure into his dick. Dean grabbed the sides off the two ropes and began moving them back and forth. "Grrrr… Yeah…" Dean's eyes flared with lust as the ring ropes jerked him off. The pleasure built up more, just begging with release. He lifted his bare leg up and leaned it on the top rope, shaking them faster. This gave his dick slight rope burn but he didn't care. The pleasure numbed him to it as he had done this multiple times in the past. This was it. His time was now. Dean tugged the ropes out and suddenly burst his seed everywhere, letting out a mighty groan.
Suddenly, "BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" Ambrose's theme song began playing as he stood triumphant in the ring, his sweaty body and slowly deflating cock shining in the lights of the arena. "At Summerslam… I've got this."