Man, WWF Warzone on Game Boy takes me back. The moment you boot it up, you’re hit with that grainy, pixelated version of the WWF intro—complete with the scratchy theme music that somehow still gets you hyped. You’ve got all the big names here: Stone Cold’s stunner, The Rock’s People’s Elbow, even Undertaker’s creepy entrance. It’s like someone crammed the Attitude Era into a tiny cartridge.

Gameplay’s simple but satisfying—tap buttons to grapple, mash for reversals, and pray you don’t get caught in a finisher. The create-a-wrestler mode is janky by today’s standards, but back then? Spending an hour making some abomination with neon green tights felt like a revolution. And if you’ve got a buddy with a link cable, the multiplayer turns into pure chaos—just don’t throw your Game Boy when you lose to a cheap chair shot.

It’s rough around the edges, sure, but there’s something weirdly charming about how hard it tries to be the console version. You’ll either love it or rage-quit before the first title match.