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 Vince 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
Diagnostics Officer, Lieutenant Commander Jericho
Tactical Officer, Lieutenant Commander Austin
Transporter Chief, Lieutenant Commander Debra
Communications Officer, Lieutenant Commander Rock
Counselor Al Snow (assisted by H.E.A.D.)
Morale Officer, Commissioner Mick Foley

... And many more!

WWF TITANPRIZE – CAPTAIN’S READY ROOM

    "Captain’s log, stardate 070120.01. We have received our latest data chips from WrestleFleet headquarters, thanks to Ensign Molly. We have further orders from WrestleFleet to explore this quadrant and report back. Same old, same old," Captain McMahon studied the data chips in his hand, then continued with his log, "Ensigns Edge and Christian received something from their home planet of Kanata. It is listed as high-priority for some reason. Maybe it’s a new Galaxy Beat contract, not that they’ll be able to follow through on it. Either way, at least it will keep them occupied for a while. End log,"

    Captain McMahon closed his log book and headed to the bridge.

ENSIGNS EDGE AND CHRISTIAN’S QUARTERS

    "Ensign Edge’s log, stardate 070120.01. This is Kanata day! A holy day for our totally awesome planet of Kanata! It seems our fellow Kanatians have decided to celebrate on the holodeck by indulging in Kanata's traditional rituals while wearing the red and white finery of our people. Unfortunately, red and white clashes with my eyes, so I’m unable to join them as they try to hit a small black puck with large sticks while body checking one another," Edge smiled, "When the day is done, my countrymen will all be suffering from horrible helmet hair while Christian and myself will still have our golden locks in perfect order!"

    "End this totally awesome log," Edge said, then shut he his log book. He ran up to
Christian, excited as a child on Christmas, "What is it?" he asked.

    "It’s from the Government of Kanata!" Christian began.

    Edge’s face fell, "I knew it! I haven’t sent in my tax forms! I didn’t think they’d catch me way out here! This is SO not fair! I mean, can I help it if I’m lost in space?"

    "I don’t think that’s what it’s about! The data chip has the Royal Seal!" Christian
said. Edge’s eyes went wide as he saw the familiar logo - an extinct animal once known as a beaver, sitting on a throne and wearing a crown. Edge grabbed the data chip, leaving Christian to hold the large box that accompanied it.

    "We SO have to play this!" Edge quickly put the data chip into the padd on the
dining room table, and watched the Government offical make his royal decree.

    The Kanatian Government in conjunction with The Crown must regretfully inform its Citizens that the King of Kanata has passed on as of stardate 061520.01. Upon careful search, the Government found that His Royal Highness did not have any offspring, claimed or unclaimed, to carry on the monarchy. The Crown began it’s own investigation, and has found only two living relations to His Royal Highness. They are distant cousins of His Highness currently serving onboard the WrestleFleet Federation Starship WWF Titanprize. These relations hold the rank of Ensign, and are currently known as Edge and Christian of Trawna City, Kanata.

    Only one relation will be given the Title of His Royal Highness of Kanata. This
honour falls to Ensign Edge, being the eldest of the relations. The Crown has officially decreed that WrestleFleet’s Ensign Edge of Trawna City, Kanata shall step up and rule as Kanata’s new King.

    The King is dead, long live the King.

    Edge and Christian stared at the padd before them, eyes wide. Christian then turned and stared at Edge. If Edge had been paying attention, he would have noticed the hint of unbridled hatred and jealousy in his brother's eyes.

    Glory hog. That's all Edge was! Damn him! Things always came so easy to big brother.

    "Bro?" Edge started as he noticed Christian seemed to have a far away look on his face.

    Christian quickly snapped out of his dark thoughts, and offered his brother a smile, "Edge, man… You’re totally reeking of ROYALTY!"

    "KICK ASS!" Edge replied, then grabbed the box out of Christian's hands. He ripped the paper away to reveal a golden jewel-encrusted Crown, "Woah! This will totally go with my hair!"

    "Here… let me hold that for you, Edge!" Christian said, and grabbed the crown
before Edge could put it on, "I’ll be, like, the Royal brother!"

    "Alright!" Edge high-fived Christian, "Let the Era of Awesomeness begin!"

HOLODECK 3 – CURRENT PROGRAM: KANATIAN HOCKEY

    "If I could be serious for a minute…." Extremeship Ensign, Lance Storm, began as he skated
towards the penalty box currently housing Lt. Commander Jericho, "I was only playing according to the rules. You had no reason to high-stick me!"

    "He had every reason to high-stick you," Ensign Test spoke as he came up to the
Extremer, "You got in his way! That, and you’re on the opposing team. Reason enough."
Lt. Commander Jericho smirked. He never thought Test would defend him. He guessed there was a first time for everything.

    "Boys, boys, boys…" Trish began, skating up to them in her 'two-sizes too small' referee’s
shirt, "There shouldn’t be any fighting amongst ourselves! I made a fair call and gave Jericho the penalty. Lance, baby, you’re supposed to return to your team and let it go,"

    "Hey, c’mon, Lance! We have a game to win here!" Ensign Val Venis called out from
the other side of the rink, "And stop crying about the high-stick! Or I’ll high-stick
you where it REALLY hurts!"

    "Hey, Val, what happened to the ‘Etiquette training’ EO Richards was
giving you?" Test asked.

    "I realized EO Richards was insane. Simple as that," Ensign Venis replied, "Now
can we get back to the game?"

    The holodeck doors suddenly swooshed open. Ensign Edge entered, nose in the
air, followed by Ensign Christian.

    "Hear ye, hear ye…" Ensign Christian began, holding Edge’s crown high, "I  would like to introduce you all to the totally new King of Kanata! All Kanatians must bow before his Royal Awesomeness!"

    "Why are you not, like, BOWING before me?!" Edge demanded as his fellow Kanatians stared at him blankly, "I'm the KING!"

    Jericho, Test, Storm, Trish, and Venis shrugged... then returned to their game as the holo-timekeeper called for the 2nd period to begin.

    Christian walked onto the ice and stood in the middle of the rink, "You WILL bow to King Edge!"

    "Ensign, do you want my stick where the sun don't shine?" Lt. Commander Jericho asked, "Get your ass OFF the ice!"

    "Hey!" Edge snapped, "You can't talk to my brother that way!"  Edge walked onto the ice himself, challenging Jericho.

       Jericho nodded to the officer beside him. Test smiled, knowing Jericho's plan. Both Kanatians were on the same wavelength as they proceeded to beat down the Blonde Royals who had dared interrupt their game.

ENGINEERING - The next night

    "I hear you and Ensign Test delivered an especially brutal beating to Ensigns Edge and Christian. They'll be off duty for a week!" Commander Stephanie began as she and Jericho entered in the new Engineering subroutines WrestleFleet had sent in their last care package.

    Due to the hectic schedule during the day, the two Engineers were now stuck entering the subroutines after hours, and Stephanie was NOT look forward it. The last thing she wanted was to be left alone with a reprogrammed Y2J Unit.

    "Ensign Edge claims he has been declared King of Kanata," Lt. Commander Jericho replied, "I've never had much use for royalty..." His fingers flew over the console before him, "Now if you don't mind, talking is not only inappropriate at this time, but is distracting us from our current task... Commander,"

    "So in other words, you're telling me to shut the hell up," Stephanie replied, "God, I can't believe Shane reprogrammed you so easily! I thought there was more to you, Lt. Commander! I guess I was wrong!"

    "There IS more to me, Commander, but you will never eeeeeeeeeever find out WHAT..." Jericho replied, and continued inputting the WrestleFleet data at blinding speed.

      Stephanie looked up at him, trying to read his face... but saw nothing. Jericho simply continued his task, ignoring her. She looked away. "It's my fault." she thought,  "If I hadn't destroyed the anti-virus..." she shook her head. Where had Lt. Benoit disappeared too anyway? She had tried to get a hold of him. Tried to get him to create another anti-virus... but he had vanished into thin air!

    "What the hell is that?!" Jericho asked as Stephanie's console started beeping. He quickly pushed her out of the way and studied the readouts on her screen, "What did you put in here?" he snapped, "Are you TRYING to destroy the warp engines?!"

    "I am entering the subroutines WrestleFleet gave us, and how DARE you speak to me that way?! I am Commander Stephanie McMahon, YOUR superior officer. I will NOT stand for your insubordination!"

    "Take it up with Shane then, Stephie!" Jericho hissed, "HE is the one who decided to give me my new attitude, remember?"

    "Are you this rude and crass to SHANE?" Stephanie replied.

    Jericho ignored her as his fingers glided over the keys gracefully, trying to correct the apparent malfunction.

    "Wait a second! These sub-routines have been tampered with!" Stephanie snapped.
It was her turn to shove Jericho out of the way. She entered her security codes and quickly corrected the irregularites that had shown up on her screen. Stephanie studied the WrestleFleet padd by her monitor, "These subroutines give access to someone with the proper codes! Thank goodness the new security system Ensign Matt put in caught it before it was too late. Who would have--" she looked at Jericho as she realized what had happened, "YOU! Did Shane command you to tamper with the warp engines?" Stephanie asked.

    "Now why would I ever compromise Engineering?" Jericho asked, his voice dripping with false sincerity.

    Stephanie would not be fooled, "I know how Shane would like to get his hands on this ship and steal it right out from under daddy's nose!"

    "Tsk tsk, Stephie... to think so little of your brother. To think so little of ME, after all we've been through..." he shook his head in mock sorrow, "It's almost enough to break my non-existant heart!"

    "You think this is a joke, don't you? One great big joke?! Well I'm sorry, Lt. Commander Jericho... but I don't find it funny! Not in the LEAST! I'm disgusted even to share the same space with you!"

    "Space isn't all you've shared with me, Stephanie..." Jericho smirked coldly, "Shall I tell daddy and Shane about our stolen kiss that night in your quarters? You know, the one that had you begging for more?" Jericho's voice went into a falsetto as he imitated Stephanie, "Oh Chris... you can't leave... pleeeeeeese don't leave.... I won't let them reprogram you..." his voice returned to normal, "Nice try, Princess! A lot of help YOU were!"

    Stephanie looked up at him, eyes filled with unshed tears. How DARE he make fun of her like that! And to think... she had actually---NO. This heartless.... THING... wasn't even worth it!

    "Go to hell!" Stephanie shouted, then reared back and slapped Lt. Commander Jericho across the face. She quickly turned on her heel and stormed out of Engineering, trying to ignore the cold, mocking laughter that followed her.

ENSIGNS EDGE AND CHRISTIAN'S QUARTERS

    Christian held an ice-pack to his face, trying to bring down the swelling Lt. Commander Jericho's hockey stick had caused.

    "I really hate this...!" Christian mumbled, wincing from the pain in his jaw.

    "No kidding. I mean, it totally reeks of suckitude," Edge added as he held his own ice-pack to his knee.

    "My face is bruised, Edge... can we NOT make up stupid words tonight?" Christian replied, "It's not fair, man! You can hide your bruises under your uniform! Mine are on my beautiful face for all to see. Gee, it must suck to have everything come to you so easy, huh, big brother?"

    "What are you talking about, Christian?!" Edge asked, surprised at the bitterness in his brother's voice.

    Christian frowned and quickly regained his compsure, "Nothing... nevermind..." he leaned his head back in his chair, closing his eyes.

    "I'm heading to the Smackdown to greet my royal subjects. Want to come?" Edge asked.

    "What, and have everyone laugh at my disfigurement?" Christian replied, "Forget it!"

    "Well, maybe you can borrow one of Commander Kane's masks..." Edge offered, then saw Christian wince, "Ok... kidding! Seriously, man.... you need to relax! Everyone knows what that lame-o Jericho did, right? So they'll be totally reeking of sympathy for you!"

    "Leave me alone! Go gloat by yourself!" Christian snapped.

    Edge grew concerned, "What's wrong with you, bro? I mean, other then the whole bruise thing," he hobbled over to Christian and put a hand on his shoulder, "You know I'm here for you man, if you ever need to talk,"

    Christian shrugged Edge's hand off his shoulder, "Stop trying to get all big-brotherly and serious on me, Edge. It won't work! Not this time!" Christian replied.

    Edge was taken aback, "But I just trying to--" he stopped and shook his head, "Never mind. Maybe Terri can fix you up with some well-placed powder or something,"

    Christian thought a moment, then nodded slowly and stood up, putting the ice-pack away, "Fine. Let's go..."

     Edge nodded and the two blonde brothers quickly headed to the Smackdown.

    "Well, Jericho?" Shane asked as the Y2J Unit entered the room, "What's the latest?"

    "I tried to sabatoge the subroutines to give you complete access to Engineering, but the Titanprize's computers and your skanky sister caught the irregularities and corrected them," Jericho explained.

    "Damnit!" Shane cursed, "Is there any other way to enter the program into the system?"

    "No. The computer will catch it. There's nothing I can do to change the security settings. Only Stephanie's access codes can do that."

    "Well then you'll just have to get Stephanie's access codes," Shane said.

    Jericho let out a harsh laugh, "Easier said then done! Her and I haven't exactly been on friendly terms lately!"

    "You WILL get them, Lt. Commander Jericho...!" Shane replied, "That's an order!"

    Jericho nodded curtly, "Yes sir..."

    "Can you make me beautiful again, Terri? That stupid idiot, Jericho, made me TOTALLY hideous!" Christian started as he sat across from Terri at the bar.

    Terri looked at him with sympathy, "Awww, poor guy... let me see what I can do for you honey," she opened her makeup bag and searched for the necessary tools, "Let's see... some of this, oh, and this... and a bit of this..."

    As Terri worked on Christian, Edge put his crown on and walked around the Smackdown, head held high. The Nytron and WrestleFleet officers he passed turned away and snickered under their breath.

    "Why is it that no one seems to respect my total royalness?" Edge muttered.

    "What is all this then, my good man?" McMahon's Personal Commissioner, William Regal, asked Edge as he nursed a cup of tea, "Why are you wearing a crown?"

    "I am the King of Kanata!" Edge replied proudly, "And I totally rule supreme!"

    "King of Kanata?! Are you attempting to insult the Queen of England with your claims of royalty, Ensign?"

    Edge rolled his eyes, "Yeah... like I have nothing better to do then insult some old royal hag!"

    Regal jumped to his feet, "You will not speak of Her Highness that way!"

    "What way? I mean, c'mon man... she's TOTALLY old! And all wrinkly... and stuff. What is she, like, 200 or something? She's been around forever!"

    Regal seemed to be fuming, his face as red as his uniform. He turned to his personal assistant, Ensign Tajiri -- a young WrestleFleet officer from the planet Bazzushaw, "You cannot let this no good toerag besmirch Her Highness that way! Bloody well DO something!"

    With a polite bow to Regal, Ensign Tajiri introduced Ensign Edge to a Bazzushaw torture move called the Octopus. Edge screamed in pain but managed to wriggle out of the move. The Royal blonde then became victim to a spinning heel kick, which caused Edge to stumble back into Ensign Christian. Christian stood up to face Tajiri, but only recieved a kick to the face.

    "NOT AGAIN! This is SO not cool!" Christian cried out, and covered his face with both hands.

    Ensigns Taka and Funaki grabbed Tajiri from behind. The two Evil Ensigns then began to yell at him in their native Bazzushawin language, leaving Christian trying to cover the second bruise that had blossomed on his handsome face due to Tajiri's kick.

    "Christian... hey... you ok?" Edge asked.

    Christian glared up at his brother, "NO. I am so totally NOT ok! This is the ULTIMATE in heniosity! It's because of you and that stupid CROWN!" Christian grabbed the crown off Edge's head, and threw it to the floor, stomping it flat, "My face is RUINED, and I wasn't even the one made King! But of course, you're the BIG BROTHER, why should YOU care? It's always been 'Edge and Christian' 'E and C'. 'Edge and HIS BROTHER!' Why do YOU always go first? What have YOU ever done? What makes YOU so damned special!?" Christian shouted.

    Edge put his hands up defensively, "Bro, I'm sorry, man. If I did anything to upset you---" Edge tried to calm his brother down.

    Christian wasn't listening, "I know you've been jealous, bitter, and resentful of me my whole life! I was the little baby! The boy who took mommy and daddy's attention away from you! You just HATED that, didn't you?" he shouted, "I've always been there for you! But were you there for me? NO! You let me get beat up on YOUR behalf! It's all YOUR fault! And what about that promotion you got a few weeks ago, huh?! What about that? Another example of you taking MY spotlight. MY glory! You get the royalty, you get the preferred treatment by mom, dad, and Grandma Edna, you get the---"

    "Geez, Christian...! Have some whine with your bitchcakes why don't you!" Edge interrupted angrily,  "I mean... seriously! You act like I did this on purpose! It's not MY fault your face just happened to get in the way of Jericho's stick and Tajiri's feet!"

    "Don't you DARE start with me, Edge! If it wasn't for your STUPID royal standing, this would never have happened in the FIRST place!" Christian snapped.

    "Speaking of which...." a voice started.

    Edge and Christian turned to see Ensign Angle, "WHAT?" they yelled in sync, causing the Olympic officer to jump.

    "Uh... well... Captain McMahon forgot to give you the SECOND Kanatian data chip," Angle replied.

    "What do you mean, Kurt?" Edge asked.

    "Well, the first data chip you got was from stardate 061620.01. The second data chip came to WrestleFleet a week later, but since Ensign Molly only gets the data chips once a month, WrestleFleet gives her whatever comes that month. This one," Ensign Angle handed the data chip to Ensign Edge, "Was dated 062120.01,"

    Edge studied the chip in his hand, then quickly went to a free Smackdown monitor, "EVERYONE, PAY ATTENTION!" he called out, "This is going to rule... because once and for all, you will see that I AM the King of Kanata!" he put the chip in, and turned the volume all the way up as a Kanatian official appeared on the screen:

    It is the duty of the Kanatian Government in conjuction with the Crown to inform its citizens that, due to a booking error, the honour of King was erroneously bestowed upon WrestleFleet Ensign Edge of Trawna City, Kanata, currently serving aboard the WWF Titanprize. Government and Crown lawyers have double checked the Royal books, and have found that WrestleFleet Ensigns Edge and Christian were, in fact, blood relations of the Kings' courtesan, not the King himself. Since this is not a relation that would allow a place on the throne, we have no choice but to renounce Ensign Edge of Trawna City, Kanata, as King of Kanata.

    We appologize for the error and any inconvienience it may have caused.

    The King is still dead...

    The screen then went blank.

    Silence filled the Smackdown, and Ensign Edge slowly began backing towards the door.

    "Uh... well.. um..." Edge stuttered, "Hey... it was an honest mistake, right?"

    Nytron Ensign Storm, Ensign Test, and Ensign Venis cracked their knuckles as they glared at Edge.

    A cold smiled crept onto Christian's face as he grabbed a nearby chair and joined his fellow Kanatians,   "This is gonna hurt YOU a lot more then it's gonna hurt ME," Christian replied. The Cocky Kanatian lifted the chair high, and brought it down on his brother's head with a satisfying crack.

CAPTAIN McMAHON'S QUARTERS

    "Come!" McMahon called as the chimes on his door rang, "Ahh... there you are. Report..."

    The officer handed his report to the Captain, then spoke, "You do understand that people will been hurt due to my actions,"

    McMahon took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes...  I know. But surely you understand what we'll lose if we don't stop what is going on here!"

    "I understand all too well, Captain. That's why I'm continuing my assignment. But... there is someone in particular I will need to hurt while doing this. I just wanted to inform you of that ahead of time,"

    McMahon nodded, knowing who his loyal WrestleFleet officer was referring to, "I understand. I have accepted that there is no other choice. You will be relieved of blame for any harm your actions may cause,"

    "I understand that, Captain... but that doesn't make me feel any better about it," the officer replied, "May I be excused now?"

    "Yes. Dismissed..."

    With that, the officer headed out of McMahon's ready room and back to his post. The Captain picked up the padd before him.

    It was time to see what his enemy was up to...