SPACE: THE FINAL FRONTIER. THESE ARE THE VOYAGES OF THE WWF TITANPRIZE. IT'S MISSION: TO EXPLORE AND ENTERTAIN NEW SOCIETIES AND NEW CIVILIZATIONS.  TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO WRESTLER HAS GONE BEFORE!

TITANPRIZE CREW:
Captain Vincent K. McMahon
First Officer, Commander Shane McMahon
Chief Engineer, Commander Stephanie McMahon
Chief of Chiefs, Commander Linda McMahon
Chief of Security, Commander Kane
Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Taker
Communications Officer, Lieutenant Rock
Counselor Al Snow (assisted by H.E.A.D.)
Diagnostics Officer, Ensign Jericho
Tactical Officer, Lieutenant Commander Austin
... And many more!

WWF TITANPRIZE - CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM

     "Captain's log. Our new power belt is holding up well. So far, all seems well..."

     Captain McMahon closed his log and headed to the bridge.

BRIDGE

     "Captain on the bridge!" an Ensign called out. McMahon couldn't remember his name at the moment. It was some personality-challenged crewman. Blackman... or something.

     "Captain, The Rock's located a distress call coming in on a WrestleFleet emergency frequency..." Lieutenant Rock informed Captain McMahon.

     "On screen, Mr. Rock."

    Lieutenant Rock played the distress call.

    The view screen revealed an injured WrestleFleet Captain, but the reception was snowy and almost un-watchable. Behind the Captain lay a damaged bridge and several injured, if not dead, crewmen.

    "This is Captain Heyman, new Captain of **fzzz** ECW Extremeship. We are under attack **fzzz** Repeat. Under attack!! **fzzz*  are having trouble **fzzz** keeping systems **fzzz** online. The ship **fzzz** useless. We **fzzz** backup. Repeat. **fzzz** Request backup **fzzz** enemy is **fzzz**"

    Soon the fuzzy viewscreen revealed five large men grabbing two prone bodies behind the Captain. He attempted to stop them, but to no avail, "We're being raided **fzzzz**," the Captain's message continued, "Need help **fzzz** Immediately...  **fzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz**"

    The picture exploded in a shower of snow.

     "What were the last known coordinates of the ECW Extremeship?" Captain McMahon demanded.

     "The roody poo Extremeship was last seen at coordinates 66.22.33,"

     "Take us there!" McMahon commanded the navigator, "Immediately!"

COORDINATES 66.22.33 - ECW EXTREMESHIP

     Captain Heyman paced around a dark bridge as his ship drifted lifeless through space. "10 minutes until complete systems failure," the cold computer voice reminded him.

     "Shut up!" he shouted.

     "Oh my god!" Commander Styles replied hysterically, "It'll kill us! It'll kill us!! That's it. We're dead! Oh my god!"

     Captain Heyman quickly smacked his commander upside his head, "I don't need YOU going on now, Joey!"

     Suddenly, Lieutenant Van Dam spoke up, "Sir! We have a WrestleFleet communication coming in!" he smirked, "Cool!"

     Captain Heyman turned to Van Dam, "Well put it on the F'n screen, Rob!!"

     Captain Heyman turned to the F'n Screen to see a well-groomed man in an Armani WrestleFleet Uniform, "This is Captain Vincent K. McMahon of the Starship Titanprize. We will be at your location in 4 minutes."

     "This is Captain Heyman of the ECW EXTREMESHIP. We are in urgent need of assistant, Captain! We have 10 minutes of life support left!"

     "9 Minutes, 30 seconds until complete systems failure..." the cold computer voice corrected.

     "We will beam your crew aboard the Titanprize and see about repairs. Captain McMahon out!"

STARSHIP TITANPRIZE - CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM

     "Thank you for offering us a life-line, sir," Captain Heyman said.

     "It's WrestleFleet's duty to assist fellow ships. Now, what happened? We received your distress call, but it didn't tell us much," Captain McMahon said.

     "We were attacked by a cube ship! It was the PTC, McMahon!!" Captain Heyman explained, "And once they damned us for cheering on the WWF Titanprize over the WCW Nitro a short while ago, they attacked and left my ship drifting."

    "Damn the PTC! They've caused a lot of damage lately!" McMahon said.

    Captain Heyman nodded, "Yes, they have... and to make matters worse, once we were sufficiently damaged, we saw WCW Thunder heading towards us! We thought they would help... but..." he shook his head, "They raided our ship, took Ensigns Sandman, and Knobbs, and left us!"

     "Damn the Nytrons! They've converted a lot of officers lately!" McMahon replied. "Well, Captain, we will repair your ship... but the PTC seem to have run off and hidden again, and we have no idea how to get your crewmen back!"

     "We can take care of our crewmen, but we need a ship to get them back!" Heyman replied.

     McMahon nodded, "We've lost two good men to the Nytrons recently as well..." he sighed and shook his head, "Well, Captain. For now, you and the rest of the crew are safe. Let me take you on a tour of the Titanprize..."

THE SMACKDOWN

     "Paul!!" Jericho, Austin, and Foley shouted in sync as Captain Heyman entered the bar with Captain McMahon.

     "Hey! Nice to see you guys! You've gotten a sweet position here on the Titanprize!" He replied.

     McMahon, Heyman, and the other 6 men all sat down to share a drink... until... "The most electrifying crewman aboard the WWF TITANPRIZE to Captain McMahon," Lieutenant Rock paged through the com in the Smackdown, "Your roody poo candy ass is receiving a message from the WCW Thunder. Marked URGENT!"

BRIDGE

     "What do you want?" Captain McMahon asked the Captain of the WCW Thunder, who's face currently took up the whole view screen, "and what the hell happened to Turner?"

     "Captain Turner is no longer in charge of the WCW Thunder and the Nytrons," the new captain replied, "He didn't like what Commander Ferrera and I had planned for the future of his company... so we mutinied!"

     McMahon watched as the new Captain, Russo, laughed at the memory of his mutiny. McMahon rolled his eyes, "Yes, and now YOU have free reign to screw everyone. What's your point? What do you want from us, Russo?"

     Captain Russo became serious, "Well, Vinnie-mac... it seems that the PTC has not only been targeting you, but others as well!"

     "Gee... ya think?!" Captain Heyman interjected sarcastically, and glared angrily at the face on the viewscreen, "Tell me, Russo, did you raid the other fallen ships too?!"

     "No. No, just yours..." Russo replied, "Now the point I'm trying to make is this... the PTC seems to have it in for EVERYONE! I propose that we team up and fight them off!"

     McMahon frowned, "You're just scared they'll come after you next with all the crap you've been showing lately!!"

     "Our show is not as risqué as yours, McMahon..."

     "Well.... No... but it's still crap nonetheless. Our show is much more entertaining!"

     "Oh really?!" Russo replied, "Well how about if I out-McMahon McMahon!! What will you say then, hmmm?? HMMM?!!"

     "OK!" Captain Heyman interrupted, "This isn't getting us anywhere!! Just return the Extremship's crewmen, Russo!"

     "Captain," a voice came through the com. It was the transport bay, "One crewmember taken from the ECW Extremeship has beamed aboard the Titanprize! Ensign Sandman."

     "Damnit!" Russo swore, "They got away!!"

     "What about Knobbs?" McMahon asked the transporter chief.

     "He's still aboard the WCW Thunder, sir..."

     "Knobbs never WAS too bright," Captain Heyman muttered.

     "Bring Sandman to the bridge," McMahon commanded.

      Sandman arrived on the bridge and quickly ran to Heyman, hugging his Captain and sobbing, "They called me HAK, sir... HAK!!" Sandman started as tears streamed down his face "It was horrible... just horrible!!" he shook his head, "They denied me the three things I could not live without!  My beer, my cane, and my swearing! I almost DIED, sir!"

     Captain Heyman consoled his crewman, "It's over now... it's ok! You're safe. Go to storage bay 8. You'll find everything from the Extremeship there, including your cane, your book of swearwords, and a lot of beer!"

     "HEY!! That's MY beer!" Lieutenant Commander Austin spoke up from his position at the tactical station.

     Sandman looked at Austin, eyes pleading, face sad, "Pleeeeeeease, Lieutenant Commander? I NEED the beer! It's been soooo looooooong!"

     "Ahh... the hell with it! Go ahead, ya silly bastard. Take a six pack!" Austin said.

     "Thank you!!" With that, Sandman ran to Storage Bay 8.

     McMahon turned his attention back to Russo, "Well, Captain..." he began, "Against my better judgement, you and I may need to work together after all. If the PTC struck us, and the Extremeship, they may just strike you next!"

     Russo nodded, "So... we'd better make plans then, hmmm, McMahon?"

PTC CUBE SHIP

    The PTC ship slowly made it's way towards where the Extremeship, Titanprize, and Thunder currently were.

    The only way to defeat the enemy was to KNOW the enemy.

    The only way to defeat Captain McMahon was to KNOW Captain McMahon.

    We will assimilate Captain McMahon of the Starship Titanprize.

    Resistance will be futile!