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, stardate 88.99.1010. Captain Russo of the WCW Thunder, and myself have agreed to a temporary truce to deal with the latest threat, the PTC. We have decided to meet on neutral territory - the now repaired Extremeship. I only hope that I have not made an error in judgment joining up with Russo,"

    Captain McMahon closed his log.

BRIDGE

    "Mr. Rock, ask the Thunder if Captain Russo is ready to beam aboard the Extremeship." McMahon commanded.

    Lieutenant Rock brought the Thunder's communication's officer on screen. "This is the WWF Titanprize to the roody poo WCW Thunder. Is your Captain's candy ass on board the Extremeship yet?"

    "Yo, yo, yo.... Lemme speak on 'dis!" Came the reply from the bald-headed Thunder communications officer, "Captain Russo is bowdy bowdy and rowdy rowdy!"

    Rock looked at the communications officer, "What the hell kind of language are you speaking, Jabroni? Answer the Rock's damn question!" he said.

    "I told you he bowdy bowdy and rowdy rowdy!"

    Rock raised his eyebrow, "What is your name?"

    "My name is Lieutenant Konnan---"

    "It doesn't MATTER what your name is!" Rock interrupted, "Now just tell the Rock if your roody poo Captain is on the Extremeship. Yes, or no!"

    There was a pause, then finally, "Yes!" the officer replied.

    Rock cut the link, "Get your candy ass over there, McMahon. Russo is already on board!"

    With that, Captain McMahon headed to the transporter bay.

ECW EXTREMESHIP

    "Where the hell is McMahon!!" Russo demanded of the Titanprize.

    "McMahon is just about to transport to the Extremeship!" Rock replied.

    Russo and company waited. Ten minutes later, they called the Titanprize back, "He's still not here!!" Russo said, "Is he trying to screw me?"

    On the F'n Extremeship screen, Lieutenant Rock looked confused, "The Rock's been told he beamed aboard five minutes ago!"

    "Well he ain't here!" Russo repeated. "That's it! If McMahon doesn't show up soon, I will regard it as an act of hostility, and head back to my own ship to declare the truce over!"

UNIDENTIFIED SHIP

    Captain McMahon found himself lying on a cold metal floor, a bit dizzy, and very disoriented. He carefully sat up. "Where am I?" he asked himself.

    Slowly, he got to his feet, casually dusting off his Armani WrestleFleet uniform. He looked around. Everything seemed so shiny and silver... and perfect here. This sure didn't look like the ECW Extremeship. "Hello?" McMahon called out, only to receive an echo in return. "HELLO? Is anyone here, damnit?!" McMahon shouted.

    Finally there was a reply.

    "Swearing is evil," said a chorus of emotionless mechanical voices, "You will be assimilated!"

STARSHIP TITANPRIZE

    Commander Shane McMahon entered the transporter bay, unhappy to say the least, "Where is my pops?" he demanded.

    The transporter operator, Ensign Albert, looked confused, "I thought he was over on the Extremeship!"

    "Well he's not there!" Shane replied.

    Albert checked his transporter logs, and shrugged, "I don't know what happened to him, sir!"

    Shane tapped his comm badge, "Commander McMahon to Ensign Jericho! Get down to Transporter Bay 3 immediately..!"

    After a few minutes, Y2J appeared, "What is it, sir?"
 
    Shane pointed to the transporter logs, "Can you tell me if any of these reveal where my pops was beamed to?"
 
    Jericho looked over the screen in front of him, and pressed a few buttons on the control panel, "Ah! The logs show an inconsistency here. Another frequency interrupted Captain McMahon's beam over to the Extremeship... hmm..." he furrowed his brow, "It's not a WrestleFleet frequency... it's a..." he stopped, "oh oh!"

    "What? What's oh oh? What did you find!!" Shane asked desperately.

    "Well, upon intense scanning of the logs, the other frequency shows up with a PTC signature, sir!"

    "NO!" Shane started, "Then that means..."

    "Your father was abducted by the PTC!" Jericho finished.

PTC CUBE SHIP

    Captain McMahon felt nothing as the cold metal was integrated into his organic structure.

    He would be given a new name... and a new objective.

    Resistance would be futile.

TITANPRIZE

    Captain Russo's face filled up the viewscreen on the bridge of the Titanprize, "Commander McMahon," he started, "I demand to speak to your father!"

    Shane took a deep breath, and spoke, "Pops isn't here. He's been... abducted..."

    "Psst... Commander Shane...?" Mr. Snow began quietly, "H.E.A.D. says that maybe you shouldn't tell them that. If Russo knows the Captain's been abducted by the PTC, he may attempt to use that to his advantage..."

    Russo didn't hear what Snow said, and questioned Shane, "Abducted? When? By whom?"

    "Uh... did I say abducted?? Well... uh... what I meant is... he... uh... he's been abducted by - a severe case of the flu! Yes, that's it!" Shane said quickly.

    Russo looked at Shane, unconvinced, "Well... tell him I want to talk to him anyway!"

    "You can't!!" Shane replied, "He's... uh... he's lost his voice! Yes. That's it!"

    Russo frowned, "If you're lying to me, commander..."

    "No no no!!" Shane said, "I wouldn't lie to you! Not at all!" he laughed nervously.

    "You'd better not... because if I find out that McMahon isn't aboard your ship..." he let the sentence trail.

    "I understand, Captain!" Shane replied, "Titanprize out!" The viewscreen went black, and Shane let out a sigh of relief, "You know... this really sucks!"

PTC CUBE SHIP

    Captain McMahon stood in an alcove, hooked into the PTC's mainframe. His assignment was promptly downloaded into his re-programmed brain.

    The cube ship slowly made it's way to the last known co-ordinates of the WWF Titanprize.

TITANPRIZE - CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM

    As Shane contemplated what to do about Russo's impatience, the ship was suddenly jolted. All power fizzled out for a moment, and returned. "Commander McMahon to Bridge. What the hell was that?!"

    "Those bastards hit us with a long range beam!" Came the reply from Lieutenant Commander Austin at tactical.

    "What bastards?" Shane asked.

    "The PTC!!" Austin answered.

    "WHAT??" Shane shouted, and quickly walked out onto the bridge.

    "Commander McMahon on the---" Ensign Blackman began.

    "Shut up!" Shane snapped to Ensign Blackman.

    "The PTC is hailing us, Commander! Want the Rock to put their candy asses on screen?" Rock asked.

    "Yes! Immediately!" Shane replied.
 
    The cold interior of the PTC ship appeared on screen, "We are PTC. You will be assimilated..."

    "No we won't!!" he turned to his crew, "Code red! Shields to full power! Ready torpedoes!" Commander Shane demanded.

    Suddenly, the interior of the cube ship was replaced by an altered, but familiar face.

    There, filling the screen, was an assimilated Captain Vincent K. McMahon.

    He began to speak, and his emotionless mechanical voice sent a shiver throughout the crew of the Titanprize.

    "I am Bozell of PTC. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile..."