This is my first story in a LOOOOONG time, see if I've still got it. Town, streets and locations are fictional but it's set in LA. Hope you all enjoy and please review, thanks!

Old Faces, Different Story

Chapter 1 - 1983

Icy winds, aching face, bruises…yeah this feels familiar. Seems like only yesterday I was getting my ass kicked for a broad. Life's a bitch…then you fall for one…why me?

Lennox town, Los Angeles, December 20th, 1983. Two years ago to this day Jeff Hardy was on his death bed, by bed I mean lying out the back of the Roxy club beaten within an inch of his life. It was only when a drunk from the club stumbled out to make love with the girl he pulled that somebody found him, saying he was lucky is an understatement.

Tonight has an eerie resemblance to that night. Him lying on the ground puking up blood, struggling to sit up never mindnwalk, head pounding. It always happens to the nice guys right? that's what he thinks anyways. As he lays there, all he can think of is that night. 1981, Roxy club. Jeff is out with the work guys, welcoming Randy to the force. Smart kid, Jeff liked him. Their knocking back the whiskey and dancing with every girl in the joint. The Roxy was where every cop and hot shot in LA hung out, was the only place to be if you were a "somebody". It was coming up to 2am. All the guys were wasted, been a good night but Jeff had had enough.

"Guy's I'm finished, if I have one more I'm crawling out of here"

"C'mon Jeff have one more for me?" Randy slurred. The kid was done, spoke as if there were six of me standing in front of him. Gotta learn to handle his whiskey.

"I'm sorry guys I have to go, welcome to the force kid you're gonna make an excellent addition" Jeff gave him a hug, slipped him a few bucks to make sure he had enough to get home safe. Gave Steve the look to make sure he didn't stay to late. Picked up his coat and headed for the back door, was easier than forcing his way through the crowd. Cold wind hit his face as he got outside, zipped up his coat and took out his smokes.

"Better warm me up" he shivered. He was ready to light up and then everything went dark. Jeff was only out a matter of seconds but to him it felt like hours. Two guys laying into him. His face was busted, broken ribs, broken collarbone, lost a lot of blood. Really did a number on him. All he could make out was shadows. Three guys at least, Jeff had no chance.

Flash forward two years and here he is again. Only this time he's stronger. The thought of the surgery and hospital food would bring any man extra energy. He reached into his pocket and got out his cell phone. Barely able to see or know what he's doing he presses speed dial 1.

"Hello LAPD"

"Maria, it's Jeff…call for back up…at The Roxy, there's been an assault"

"Jeff what's going on? Are you alright? Jeff answer me….JEFF!"