My Story: Exposing Tyron 'James' Humphris & "FanPro (ScamPro) Management"

I built this website to share the story I wish someone had told me before I put more than $100,000 on the line. This is my experience, my perception, and my emotional and financial reality after joining the FanPro program. I am business owner, a parent, and someone who desperately tried to make this opportunity work.

I'm writing this because the consequences of my decision didn't just impact me — they rippled through my family, my mental health, and the financial stability I had worked years to build. If you're reading this because you're considering signing up, I hope my story helps you make an informed choice.

Tyron Humphris portrays himself and FanPro Management as a successful, honest Australian and Dubai based Online Agency Provider. Sadly, this couldn't be further from the truth.

My story begins in much the same the way as the 100+ other businesspeople who have had the unfortunate reality of being scammed by Tyron James Humphris and FanPro Management.

How I First Discovered FanPro

Like many entrepreneurs, I'm always searching for ways to diversify. I run a business, I have staff, and on the surface I'm the kind of person who should've known better than to jump into something without triple-checking every detail.

But I'm also a parent. I have financial responsibilities. I have a family I care for. And like many parents, I sometimes feel pressure to "do more," "provide more," and find something that could lighten the load for the people depending on me.

That's where this started.

I saw ads for FanPro Mangement and their supposed OnlyFans AI Agency which would make me hundreds of thousands of dollars in profit. I saw ads showing how this guy from Australia had made 13 Million dollars in about 9 months or so from this method and how he was helping others with a plug and play done for you business.

The idea of a "done-for-you digital business" sounded almost too perfect — but it also sounded like the kind of opportunity that, if it actually worked, could relieve so much of the weight I was carrying.

• I was told that I didn't need to be an IT expert.
• I was told the system was already built.
• I was told that the process was proven.
• I was told that the support was hands-on.
• I was told that I would be guided step-by-step from Day 1.

And after years of grinding through stressful business cycles and rising family costs, I wanted to believe it. I needed to believe it.

So I made the decision that would change everything for me — not in the way I hoped, but in the way that eventually led me to build this website.

Why I'm Sharing My Story

What happened next — the delays, the confusion, the frustration, the feeling of being ignored, the money I poured in, the crushing sense that I'd made a mistake, the impact it had on my home life — is difficult to even write about.

But I'm going to. In full. In detail.

Because I found out far too late that I wasn't the only one feeling this way.

After months of fighting to get the business working, I finally started searching online for answers. I found:

• 1-star Trustpilot reviews
• Detailed complaints from other customers
• Long threads on Reddit from people describing similar experiences
• Stories eerily close to my own

And as I read them, I felt sick. Because I realized I wasn't just "unlucky."

I wasn't "the only one struggling."

There were patterns — at least according to what other customers publicly wrote.

This website is the result of all of that, and sits here in an aide to find as many other individuals who have been defrauded and scammed by dishonest Australian and Dubai Based "Entrepreneur" Tyron James Humphris and his fraudulent company FanPro Management.

The Sales Process & The Investment That Changed My Life (For The Worse)

I still remember the sales call vividly — partly because of how polished it was, and partly because of how much I replayed it in my head afterward, asking myself where I went wrong.

I'm not someone who jumps into things impulsively. I've run businesses. I've hired and fired. I've dealt with vendors, partners, and contractors. I've learned hard lessons in the real world.

But the way this program was presented to me... it hit me differently.

The salesperson seemed to have an answer for everything.

• Every concern I raised was addressed immediately.
• Every doubt was countered with confident language.
• Every risk I mentioned was downplayed or reframed.

He told me stories of success, of other people who supposedly had similar backgrounds to mine — busy entrepreneurs, parents, people who wanted something that worked without consuming their entire life. He made it sound like the system was designed exactly for someone in my situation.

And honestly? I wanted to believe him.

I was tired. The idea of a "turnkey business" sounded like relief. A solution. A break from years of grinding.

• He told me the setup was handled for me.
• He told me everything was straightforward.
• He told me I just needed to follow the system.
• He told me the AI tools were already perfected.
• He told me the social media strategies were proven and up to date.
• He told me support would walk me through every step.

To a parent looking for stability... To a business owner looking for leverage... To someone who didn't want their family to shoulder more stress... It sounded like a lifeline.

The Price Tag That Changed Everything

The license fee was enormous. A massive financial punch.

But the way it was framed, it didn't feel like a risk — it felt like an investment.

And when you're a provider, you sometimes make decisions not because you're reckless, but because you're trying to improve your situation. You're trying to build something that will make life better.

Between the license fee and the additional costs, I eventually put in roughly one hundred thousand dollars in total — money I could not easily replace. Money I worked years to save. Money I justified spending because I believed the promises, believed the system, and believed this could make our lives a little less stressful.

Looking back, I wish someone had grabbed me by the shoulders and shaken me awake.

But at the time, it felt like I was doing the right thing.

I signed the papers. Sent the payment. And waited for the future I was promised to begin.

Instead, what followed was one of the most emotionally draining, financially devastating experiences of my life.

The Cracks That Appeared Immediately

The very first signs of trouble came faster than I expected.

On the initial onboarding, the person was 15 minutes late, and had some excuse that I cant really remember now. This was the start of countless underwhelming services provided by FanPro "ScamPro" Management... they definitely are scamming professionals, well, at least Tyron... I'll get to my PERSONAL interactions with him a bit later.

Things that were supposed to be seamless... weren't. As a part of their service they were supposedly meant to help me secure virtual assistants to run my business for me. This is one of the reasons that I decided to move forward. I was too busy to run a second business, but I was assured that this would be hands off and passive. The VAs I were given could barely speak english, and were so difficult to communicate with. Half of them ended up ghosting me, and when I told FanPro, they didnt really seem to care, and seemed ANNOYED at the fact that I was demanding they hire me more suitable candidates for my business... I didn't think I was being unreasonable.

Furthermore...

• Tools that were supposed to be "prebuilt"... weren't.
• Support that was supposed to be "responsive"... wasn't.
• Timelines that were supposed to be "tight"... weren't.

After a month, literally nothing had actually positively happened to help build out my AI OF Management Agency.

I tried to brush it off. Told myself I was just being impatient. That maybe I was expecting too much too soon.

But the truth slowly became harder to ignore: Nothing was happening the way it had been presented.

And the more I tried to get clarity — real clarity, not vague promises — the more resistance I felt.

• More and more often, messages went unanswered.
• Questions were brushed aside.
• Concerns were met with defensiveness or silence.

I started feeling an almost physical weight in my chest — that awful instinct that something is wrong, very wrong, and you don't want to admit it because the consequences of accepting reality are too painful.

But reality was coming for me whether I wanted to face it or not.

The Setup Nightmare: When Everything Started Falling Apart

What followed over the next weeks — and then months — was a blur of frustration, confusion, and increasing panic. I had convinced myself that once the "setup phase" was done, things would get easier. But the setup phase never really ended. Every time I thought we were almost there, something else broke, failed, or stalled.

And because I had invested so much — financially, emotionally, mentally — I kept pushing forward. I kept telling myself it would click any day now. That all this chaos was just "part of the process." That if I just stuck with it a little longer, the business I was promised would finally materialize.

But instead, the cracks widened.

The Tools That Weren't What I Expected

One of the first shocks was realizing how much of the "done-for-you" system still required major manual fixing.

I wasn't expecting perfection — no system is perfect — but I was expecting functionality.

Instead:

• Tools that were supposed to be automated required constant manual adjustments.
• The AI content didn't look like what I was shown in the sales presentation. It looked sloppy and fake and quite frankly, AI generated and completely unrealistic.
• Faults and inconsistencies appeared in almost every model we attempted to generate. Nothing ever worked, sometimes they came out with 3 arms!!!!!
• Tasks I was told would be handled for me were handed back to me anyway and told "Do it yourself"

I kept thinking, "Maybe this is just how it starts. Maybe it will get better." It didn't.

The Social Media Struggle

I followed every instruction I was given for social media growth:

• The posting schedule
• The caption strategies
• The content structure
• The engagement methods

I was meticulous. I was disciplined. I treated it like a real business — because it was a real business to me.

But after months of following everything step-by-step, the results were devastatingly small.

A little over 500 total followers across all accounts. And almost no meaningful engagement.

Out of desperation, I went to YouTube and typed in a basic search: "How to grow adult model Instagram"

Within minutes, I found content creators with clearer, more actionable strategies than anything I had received. It was like having cold water dumped over my head. I remember thinking:

"How did I pay more than $50,000 for something I could have learned for free in 10 minutes?"

By this stage, I had already invested a further $20,000, on top of the $50,000 I had paid Tyron Humphris and his fraudulent organisation FanPro Managment in my own business expenses, and FIXING things improperly delivered by them. And my total revenue generated? $100.

That moment broke something in me. Not the business — me.

Constant Problems, Constant Fixes

Then came the platform issues.

• Accounts getting flagged.
• Pages being removed.
• Having to start things over.
• Needing to "fix" the same problems multiple times.

And the offshore support staff — who were meant to manage the technical side — often seemed just as confused as I was.

• Sometimes they waited on instructions.
• Sometimes they tried to fix things and made them worse.
• Sometimes they disappeared for days.

There were moments when I sat at my desk, staring at the screen, wondering how something presented as "simple and done-for-you" had become so tangled, messy, and unstable.

The Emotional Toll Sets In

By month four, I was exhausted — not just mentally, but emotionally.

I had poured:

• My savings
• My hope
• My time
• My effort
• My family's stability

into something that felt like it was slipping through my hands faster each day.

The guilt was the worst part. Every parent knows that feeling. You make a decision thinking it'll help your family. And then, when it backfires, the guilt hits you harder than any financial loss.

I remember waking up some mornings with a knot in my stomach before I even touched my laptop. Because I already knew what I'd find:

• No progress
• No fixes
• No meaningful responses
• No results

And every day the financial pressure grew heavier.

Support Collapses: The Moment I Realized I Was Completely On My Own

By this point, I was mentally exhausted and financially strained. All I wanted — all I desperately needed — was guidance. Clear answers. Someone to step in and say, "Here's what's going wrong, let's fix this."

Instead, what I got was silence. Delays. Vague replies. Excuses. And sometimes, nothing at all.

It was around month four or five that I truly understood how alone I was in this.

The support I had been promised in the beginning — "hands-on," "responsive," "24/7 help," "dedicated team"— had all but evaporated. I sent message after message. Sometimes they'd reply days later with a short sentence that didn't address anything I asked. Sometimes I was told someone would "check with the team" and get back to me. They rarely did.

And sometimes... I was just ignored.

That's when the stress really started hitting me hard.

I wasn't dealing with growing pains anymore — I was dealing with a complete lack of support.

I felt like I had been dropped into the ocean with no life raft.

My Attempts to Escalate Things

Out of desperation, I tried escalating to leadership.

I wasn't angry — not at first. I was scared, confused, and trying everything I could to salvage the situation.

When I finally did get responses, they weren't helpful.

• Sometimes they felt dismissive.
• Sometimes they felt cold.
• Sometimes I felt like I was being talked down to.

And eventually... the replies stopped altogether.

The moment it became clear that asking for help was going to lead nowhere, something inside me cracked. I remember sitting there in my office, staring at the screen, realizing that the people I had trusted — with my savings, my time, my hope — weren't there for me anymore.

The Breaking Point: The Refund Request to Owner Tyron James Humphris

Everyone has a breaking point. Mine came when I added up the costs:

• The enormous license fee
• The extra expenses
• The tools
• The VAs
• The endless wasted hours

And then looked at the results:

$200 earned in four months.

I wrote what I thought was a polite, reasonable refund request.

What happened after that shocked me more than anything else in this entire experience.

I FINALLY had one piece of contact with Tyron, the owner of FanPro Management.

I told him in great depth everything that happened and why i wanted a refund. What did I get? A lazy reply from him

"You are not worth my time or effort. Stop complaining and get to work"

This is the only words he spoke to me.

I was not taking this. I kept pushing for a genuine reply, and asking and wanting more conversation with him. And then? It happened.

I was blocked. I have not heard anything from him since.

All emails to him come unreturned. I see him on instagram flexing his McLarens and his Dubai Lifestyle and his luxury Rolex Watches... he bought that with MY hard earned money, that he stole from me.

• No explanation.
• No conversation.
• No attempt to understand why I was so distressed.

Just instantly cut off.

It was like I didn't matter anymore.

Like the moment I asked for accountability, I stopped being a "client" and became a problem to get rid of.

The emotional devastation of that moment is something I still struggle to describe.

The Day I Realized I Had Been Left With Nothing

• The business was failing.
• Support had collapsed.
• Leadership wasn't responding.
• And the financial damage was already done.

I remember sitting there, staring at my account dashboards — the broken systems, the dead pages, the pathetic follower counts — and thinking:

"How am I going to explain this to my family?"

That's when the emotional toll hit hardest.

• This wasn't just a bad investment.
• This was a blow to my identity as a provider.
• A hit to my confidence.
• A source of shame and guilt I carried silently.
• A weight that followed me into every room of my home.

How This Affected My Family, My Finances, and My Mental Health

There's a point in every traumatic experience where the financial loss stops being the central pain — and the emotional damage begins to take over. For me, that point came quietly, almost unnoticed, and then hit me all at once.

I remember the exact moment:

I was sitting at the kitchen table with my laptop open, staring at yet another broken account and yet another unanswered support message. My child walked into the room, asked if I was okay, and I couldn't even answer. I closed the laptop because I didn't want them to see the anxiety in my face.

That's when it hit me:

This wasn't just a business failure. It was becoming a family crisis.

The Weight of Being a Provider

As a business owner, you learn to stomach risk. As a parent, you learn to protect your family from it.

But this situation broke both sides of me.

I had taken money I could not easily replace — money with a purpose, money that represented security — and put it into something that I genuinely believed would help my family. Instead, I watched it evaporate month after month, replaced by:

• Stress
• Sleepless nights
• An overwhelming sense of failure
• And the crippling guilt that I had put my family at risk

No matter how much I tried to hide it, that guilt seeped into everything: my work, my conversations, my mood, my confidence.

When people say a poor business decision can "hurt your life," they don't always understand what that means emotionally.

But I do.

By the time I fully accepted the reality of the situation, I had lost:

• $50,000 in the license fee
• Tens of Thousands more in extra costs trying to fix what didn't work
• Four months of labor
• My savings buffer
• And any sense of financial stability I previously had

The final tally made me feel sick. Physically sick.

Not just because of the number — but because of the meaning behind it. Money represents time. It represents years of work. It represents safety.

And suddenly, that safety was gone.

I would lie awake at night doing mental math:

• "Should I have waited?"
• "Should I have researched more?"
• "How do I explain this to my partner?"
• "How long until we recover from this decision?"

That mental loop became my constant companion.

There were days when the tension in our home was palpable.

• Days where I snapped at people who didn't deserve it.
• Days where the shame of being "the provider who made the wrong call" consumed me.

I found myself withdrawing from friends, avoiding conversations about money, and trying to act like everything was fine. But internally, I was drowning.

• Some days I felt numb.
• Some days I felt angry.
• Some days I felt like I'd failed the people I love most.

This wasn't just a financial blow — it was a blow to my identity.

The Beginning of the Mental Collapse

Nobody teaches you how to recover emotionally from a financial disaster — especially one caused by misplaced trust.

I started to experience:

• Daily anxiety
• Moments of panic
• Loss of motivation
• Embarrassment
• Anger
• Depression
• And a heavy, suffocating sense of regret

The Moment I Realized Something Was Deeply Wrong

Everything changed when I finally stepped outside my own bubble of stress and searched online for answers

I found:

• Pages of 1-star Trustpilot reviews
• Dozens of Reddit threads
• People sharing stories that mirrored mine almost word for word

• People who felt ignored.
• People who felt misled.
• People who described similar breakdowns in support.
• People who spent enormous amounts of money and got nowhere.
• People who were emotionally devastated.

Trustpilot was one thing. Reddit was another.

There are dozens of threads—all publicly available—from people describing experiences that could have been pulled straight from my own journal:

• People who were promised "done-for-you" systems that never materialized
• People whose AI models didn't work or looked nothing like the samples
• People who struggled for months with failed social media strategies
• People whose accounts were constantly shut down
• People who invested more and more money trying to "fix" things
• People who made almost no revenue despite following everything
• People who were blocked when they asked for refunds or accountability
• People who were brushed off, ignored, or dismissed
• People who felt manipulated by the sales tactics
• People who were left emotionally and financially crushed
• WORST OF ALL I saw a bunch of FAKE reddit posts, clearly paid for By Tyron Humphris to promote his scam organisation. I am still to this day SHOCKED that someone could be so scrupulous in a scheme to defraud people out of their hard earned money and taking food off the plates of families like mine.

Here are some specific examples:

• One person said they spent $85,000—their entire savings—after being promised the system would support their family.
• Another said they were a single mother who took out a high-interest loan because of the sales pressure.
• Another said they were told a "client referral" was legit, only to discover it was actually another salesperson pretending to be a customer.
• Another claimed they spent four months working tirelessly only to earn $100.
• Another alleged their account got hacked after they requested a chargeback.
• Another said they waited 14 months and still didn't receive what was promised.

Every story was different. But the themes were the same.

Reading their stories was like reading my own — but through someone else's voice.

• It wasn't just me.
• I wasn't alone.
• This wasn't a one-off hardship.

There was a pattern — at least based on what others publicly wrote.

And that's when I knew, without doubt, that I needed to speak up.

Why I Built This Website: Our Class Action Lawsuit

Silence only protects the problem.

Speaking up protects the next person.

I didn't just create this website out of revenge.

I created it out of responsibility.

A responsibility to:

• Other business owners
• Other parents
• Other people who are trying to build something
• Other people who don't want their families destroyed by a bad decision
• Other people who trust too easily because they want something to finally work

I created this website because no one was there to warn me.

This experience didn't just drain my bank account... it drained:

• My confidence
• My trust
• My sense of stability
• My relationship with my family
• My mental health
• My belief in my own judgment

• There were days where I couldn't focus.
• Days where I stared at my screen feeling completely empty.
• Days where I hated myself for falling for something I should've been more cautious about.
• Days where fear of the future kept me awake at night.

And after all of it — the broken tools, the silence, the delays, the money, the stress — the only thing I was left with was one brutal realization:

No one is coming to save you. You have to save yourself.

And that starts with telling the truth about what you experienced, and if you too (which I know there are 100s out there) who have been wronged by Tyron James Humphries and FanPro Management, then please, follow the instructions on this website so we can reclaim what we have lost from the FanPro Scam.

Yours Sincerely,
A Scared Customer of FanPro Management