Charming Chase Addams has come a long way. I’ve interviewed Chase three times since he made such a huge splash in his BG East debut as an essential part of the multi-award winning Tag Team Torture 19 in 2016. You can listen to the audio of my most recent interview with Chase back in 2017, when I sat down with him down by the dock at BG East during a hot summer weekend of recording matches. For as long as I’ve known him, Chase has always had a “strong sense of self.” He showed up at BG East cocky, which isn’t so unusual, but Chase had the pro wrestling skills to back up his cockiness. While none of that has changed over the past 8 years, Chase has metamorphosed into one of the biggest personalities in the business.

In his newest match, Jobberpaloozer 24, Chase is fucking IN CHARGE. There are layers upon layers of allusion and backstory in this match, only some of which are fully excavated. Like, how did Mickey Knoxx end up in just a jock strap and that athletic cup muzzle, cowed and devoted to serve the Charming One? I’m not complaining about the cameo of Mickey’s gorgeous ass, mind you, but the provocative appearance is just rich texture to the world building of the opening moments of Jobberpaloozer 24. The scene is immediately lush with tension and suspense, with the deadly dangerous Queen of Hearts waiting for his bath to be run, letting his facial mask set as he works to calm the demons inside with meditation and deep breathing.

So it’s stark narrative tension when Forrest Taylor shows up brimming with earnestness, challenging Chase to a match. Chase imperiously dismisses him out of hand. “What makes you think this is going to be any different, Forrest?” When I heard that line, I immediately pushed pause and checked the BGE catalog, because I don’t remember an earlier match, and BGE is notoriously stingy with rematches. And no, this is the first product we’ve seen Chase and Forrest in together, so again, the storytelling continues to grow three-dimensional with more layers of backstory. “I had a dream that I was going to win this time,” Forrest insists, and he’s just so fucking earnest about it. It’s not like Forrest is pretending to be something he’s not (after all, he is winner of 3 consecutive Jobber of the Year titles). His challenge isn’t exactly aggressive or heated. It’s just pristinely earnest. He’s on a hero’s quest handed down by the wrestling gods who graced him with the tempting taste of victory in a dream.

Chase is so over it all, though. It takes Forrest ripping the facial mask off of the Charming One’s face to finally get a rise out Chase, and then the thrashing is on. There’s so much lush context already, it’s almost beside the point to see the contrasts between these two. Chase is about half foot taller and (I’m guessing) 30 pounds heavier. The David vs Goliath angle is just another unspoken layer that dials up the tension. Within the first 10 seconds, Chase knees the dream-inspired redhead in the gut, chops a bright red handprint on Forrest’s lovely, lily white chest, flings him across the ring like a shot putter, and viciously steps on the stunned stud’s fingers. Then things really start going down hill for Forrest.

Chase has always been the master of punishing pro wrestling holds. These days, he serves up those innovative and intricate combo holds with even more indulgent helpings of erotic humiliation. For example, he plants Forrest in a tree of woe and stomps the living shit out of the hot little leprechaun, pounding the redhead down until the back of Forrest’s head rests on the mat. Then Chase adds insult to injury by sitting on Forrest’s face, just smothering the lucky little fucker under the Charming One’s beautiful cheeks. “How’s that vision quest working out for you so far?!”

Forrest digs really, really deep and gets a rally about halfway through this match. It’s fun to watch the redheaded stud’s anguish turn into a cocky sneer, as irrational optimism makes him drunk with just a taste of power. He slaps Chase in the face hard. He pounds the heel’s face into the turnbuckle. He yanks on Chase’s hair and flings the big man across the ring as if he was born to bully. “How’s it feel to be the jobber for once, huh,” Forrest demands to know, certain that the winds of fate are going to let him sail his way to earning back his demolished dignity.

Surely, I don’t need to give a spoiler alert for a Jobberpaloozer match, right? Suffice it to say, Chase unloads both barrels on the pretty boy, and reloads over and over again. I stand up and cheer when Chase executes his signature Will Breaker, and only a little bitter when Forrest is screaming his submission a half a second after getting strung up in the spine snapping hold. Chase is an artist, and his primary medium is molding a magnificently hot jobber like Forrest into homoerotic wrestling sculpture. “Are you humbled yet,” Chase shouts in Forrest’s face before stringing the hopeless redhead up in the ropes. He slaps Forrest’s pale body beet red. He smothers the bearded beauty with his crotch. He plants his ass in Forrest’s face again and again, eventually inspiring the redhead to defensively take a bite out of Chase’s lush cheeks. “Oh, you want to eat some ass?!” Chase seems both enraged and thrilled to have more reasons to thrash on his outmatched opponent. “Here’s the full course!”

In a stroke of storytelling genius, when this match reaches its fated climax, we’re treated to a replay reel of highlights of every humiliating defeat Forrest has suffered at Chase’s hands. Forrest is flashing back to one decisive loss after another over the months (years?) he’s been trying to overcome the odds and defy his impeccable jobber cred to finally defeat the Charming One. It wasn’t just a fabricated backstory. Forrest has been thrashed by Chase five times before this match, and the glimpse we get of each loss is gorgeously decisive. You have to imagine Forrest has got the inside track on earning his fourth Jobber of the Year title, considering he loses six times to the same opponent in just this one release!

There’s still another layer to the storytelling involving Forrest arranging for Freddy Campbell to show up after the match with Fireball to toast what Forrest had been certain would be his first victory. Forrest has not learned any lessons whatsoever, as he vows “next time” will be the charm, giving us insight into the tragic depths of the most notorious jobber currently on the roster. And the homoerotic pro wrestling fan that I am, I love that naivete and irrational optimism. And I love Forrest’s petulance that keeps earning him more heel thrashings. And I’m infatuated with his sensationally beautiful ass that, like Mickey’s ass, was clearly robbed by not even making it to the ballot for Best Butt last year (despite me knowing for a FACT that they were both nominated!). Such awesome storytelling in this larger than life match make it one you shouldn’t miss, if you like diabolically sadistic heels, boundlessly hopeful jobbers, and the homoerotic sculpture of top notch pro wrestling holds.