Straightedge and sharp-tongued, powered by retro pixels and the sound of a crowd losing its mind. When I’m not deep-diving into wrestling chaos—WWE, PROGRESS, all of it—I’m hanging with my mates, planning the next upload for TotalProgressReview like it’s a revolution.
No booze, no smoke, no regrets. Just pure adrenaline, old-school gaming cartridges, and a mind that hits harder than a steel chair shot. If it’s loud, passionate, and a little unhinged, I’m already there.
Arcade soul. Wrestling brain. Scene heart.
