DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Killers' song "The Man," or the television series Revolution, etc.

SUMMARY: Bass Monroe is still living in New Vegas as Jimmy King. He thinks he has everyone fooled with his alias, but he doesn't realize that Charlie Matheson is also in New Vegas and watching his every move...

I know the score like the back of my hand
Them other boys, I don't give a damn
They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown

Chapter 1

Bass Monroe walked out of the tent after being announced as the victor in his latest round. Gould caught up to him throwing a towel on Bass' shoulder. "My cash cow! -nice fight, Jimmy."

Bass continued walking back through the dark and dusty night to his trailer, not even making eye contact with Gould. "...you could at least try to make it challenging every once and a while, Gould. That fight was a joke."

Gould slapped Bass heartily on the shoulder, "What can I say? I am running out of people willing to withstand a fight with Jimmy King...you nearly killed Ward last week."

"You always want it to look convincing, right?"

"Hey, I am not complaining...every one of your fights rakes in two hundred diamonds between admission and bets-

"-What the hell, Gould?!" Bass turned on him quickly, this statement getting his attention. Gould realized then that he had said too much.

"You get that much and I only get forty diamonds? It looks like I am going to have to increase my fee," Bass glared at him.

"We'll talk about it," Gould said, cutting the conversation short when he spotted the girl standing at the door of Bass' trailer. "It looks like there is someone waiting for you."

Bass shrugged and walked toward the girl.

She was in her early to mid twenties (if Bass had to guess, which he didn't really care enough to delve too much into the thought of it) and was wearing a tight t-shirt with an exposed midriff and extremely short and tight black skirt.

She smiled sultrily at Bass but he barely noticed as he walked past her to open the door to his trailer.

"How was the fight?" she asked casually, already knowing the answer. Every fight was the same- Jimmy King never lost.

"I am not paying you to talk," Bass said, as she walked through the threshold of the trailer and he kicked the door shut behind her.

About 20 yards away, eyes of blue steel were fixed on the door on the trailer. Of course he wouldn't be alone after a fight, she thought.

Just have to bide my time...

The Next Morning

Bass rolled over and closed his eyes again, trying to will his headache to go away. His almost nightly routine consisted of three shots of whiskey, a fight, and an "encounter" with one of Gould's girls, of his choosing... If he hadn't been jaded to life prior to New Vegas, he most certainly was now.

Bass sat up and rubbed his eyes. It didn't feel too late in the day yet, although he had not gone to sleep until almost sunrise. The girl from last night was putting on her high heels and caught his eye. She winked at him as he sat there, watching her.

"Good luck tonight," she said, pocketing the money he placed on the table for her, and letting herself out of the trailer without another word. These sorts of encounters didn't exactly invite a full night "sleep-over," but Bass paid extra for this- he noticed that the only time he wasn't plagued with nightmares was when someone else was there...he was getting pretty good at never being alone.

He dressed quickly and headed down to the food tent (one of the perks of working for Gould was that his trailer and food were all paid for as long as he kept fighting and bringing in the diamonds...the girls were extra)

So began Bass' regular routine for the day. After breakfast, he would do some practice rounds with another of Gould's fighters. Then he would place some bets at the tables, drinking his whiskey, chatting with a few of the people in the tent and flirting his way through the girls (if he was being honest, Bass would never really have to pay for attention from women, but he chose to pursue that route rather than dealing with complicated emotional entanglements- he had learned his lesson with Duncan).

Charlie had set up camp a few yards back into the woods and had spent most of her time tailing Monroe and learning his routine. She was waiting for the right moment to catch him with his guard down, preferably alone...Charlie didn't want to kill a witness unless she had to...although she was starting to think it might be necessary. Charlie had been there for three days, but she had yet to find a moment when he was actually alone...

As the sun set, people started gathering in the tent to watch the first of four fights. Bass' fight was always the final fight of the night as it was the headliner. Charlie stood back in the tent, watching Bass flirting with a petite blonde at the black jack table.

"Hey sweetheart," a voice from behind Charlie piped up as she turned to face him. She gave him a quizzical look.

"You here for the fight?" a short man, who looked to be about Charlie's age with curly dark hair, spoke when she turned to look at him.

"Isn't everybody?" Charlie asked as the man smirked.

"Yeah, he's pretty popular," the man replied. "...brings in a crowd every night."

Charlie half smiled, turning her head to the side, "Do you know him?"

"I might know Jimmy," the man's smile turned into a grin. "...for a price."

Charlie raised her eyebrows and put several diamonds in the outstretched hand of the man.

"Jimmy- that's his name?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah - that's him...well, it looks like he is kind of busy right now- I will set up a little 'meet and greet' after his fight," the man replied and Charlie's eyes followed the line of vision to see Monroe sitting in a corner with the blonde on his lap.

Across the room

Bass was growing tired of the giggling blonde on his lap. He was taking a swig of his drink and pretending to listen to something she said.

"Hey, it is time for me to go get ready," he said making a motion for her to stand up.

"Look for me after?" the blonde smiled at him.

Bass only nodded and stepped past her when he was completely caught off guard- it was true, he had no peripheral vision in his left eye, so he had to fully turn to make sure he hadn't completely imagined who he thought was standing in the tent next to Teddy, the resident bookee.

By that time, she was gone-

The night passed on in a haze with Bass/Jimmy King effortlessly winning yet another fight amid the cheers of the bystanders.

Charlie watched him walk out of the tent and waited for a few moments. She wanted to give him time to get back to his trailer so Teddy (she had later learned his name) could set up their "meet and greet," which would consist of Charlie, Monroe, and her crossbow...

Just as she rounded the corner behind the tent, heading to the back of the trailers, a hand reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her behind a trailer.

"Hello, Charlotte."