SEASON THREE

EPISODE 5: KIDNAPPED

By: Elektra

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, Lieutenant Jericho
Tactical Officer, Lieutenant Commander Austin
Transporter Chief, Lieutenant Commander Debra McMichael
... And many more!

STARSHIP TITANPRIZE - CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM

    "Captain's log, stardate 24601. We have entered a new region of Space. WrestleFleet HAS chartered the stars here, but tell us they are unaware of any inhabitants. We have scanned the closest class M planet in this region, and our sensors indicate it is uninhabited. End log."

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

    Chief Engineer Stephanie McMahon looked over the duty roster, and glanced around engineering. The large vertical cylinder in the middle of the room glowed and hummed as usual. The powerbelt was at full power, and early diagnostics revealed everything was running smoothly.

    Various crewmen stood at their stations running over basic diagnostics... but there was one station that was empty.

    Stephanie frowned, "Computer..." she began, "Locate Ensign Crash Holly!"

    "Ensign Crash Holly is on Holodeck 2," the computer replied.

    Stephanie tapped her comm badge, "Engineering to Holodeck 2!" she started, "Did you forget you had a duty shift in Engineering, Ensign Crash?!"

    A young, nervous voice came through the comm speakers, "What?! OH! Uh... I'm sorry ma'am... er... sir... I'll be there right away!"

    "You'd better move your ass, Holly! I don't have the patience to wait all day!"

    "Yes,  ma'am… sir... Ensign Crash out!" the comm beeped closed.

    Stephanie sighed to herself, and waited.

    After a few minutes, Ensign Crash entered engineering. He looked around carefully -- after all, there was no telling when someone was waiting to jump out at you! Sure... Counsellor Snow claimed the Houdinian was just being paranoid, but Crash knew better! People were after him! He could feel them watching him... which was one of the reasons he had spent so much time on the holodeck. In there, no one attacked you unless you programmed them too ... or unless they were possessed by an alien life form - as the Hardy Ensigns had once claimed. Not that Crash believed them, of course. For all HE knew, the Hardy Ensigns had made up that story to psych him out!

    "Nice of you to join us, Ensign!" a voice spoke up behind Ensign Crash. He jumped and quickly spun around, fists ready.  Chief  Engineer Stephanie McMahon stood there, tapping a foot impatiently, "At ease, Ensign! I'm not going to attack you!"

    "That's what everyone says... and then they go do it!" Ensign Crash replied.

    "Yeah… ok... whatever!" she replied, and sighed, "I'm off duty. If anyone needs me, I'll be in The Smackdown,"

    With that, she headed out of Engineering.  Crash quickly went to his station and began his work.

    They watched the WWF Titanprize on the screen in front of them.  The WrestleFleet ship had not yet seen through the false sensor readings they had sent out earlier.

    Everything was going according to plan.

    Lieutenant Jericho was busy enjoying his synthehol, watching Triple H wipe down the bar as Terri seemed to be on an extended vacation.

    "So, tell me, Trip! What's it like having a skanky 'ho for a wife?" Jericho asked, face serious.

    Triple H hit the bar angrily and glared at the Y2J Unit, "Don't start up with me, Astroboy!"

    Jericho looked innocent, "No. Really. I want to know! I'm studying human behaviour, remember? I want to see what effect unfaithfulness has on a human relationship!"

    Triple H narrowed his eyes, "Steph is NOT unfaithful!"

    "Then why is she flirting unabashedly with Ensign Angle over there?" Jericho asked, pointing to the other side of the room.

    Sure enough, Stephanie was sitting with Ensign Angle, fluttering her eyelashes and giggling at everything he said.

    HHH snorted, "He wouldn't even know what to do with her! I have nothing to worry about. It's not like they're going to go off and disappear together!"

    No sooner did Triple H speak then Stephanie and Angle shimmered out of existence.

    Y2J jumped to his feet, "What was THAT?!" He turned to Triple H... only to see the DX rebel disappear as well.

    It wasn't long before the Y2J Unit felt his synthetic skin tingle -- and found himself surrounded by a transporter beam.

    Ensign Crash looked up from his station, startled.  Something was wrong - and he knew he wasn't being paranoid this time!

    In seconds, Ensign Crash was surrounded by a glittering light -- and Engineering disappeared before his eyes!

    Ensign Crash slowly sat up, his head pounding.  He blinked a few times, and saw that he was not alone.

    Commander Stephanie, her husband, Ensign Angle, and the Y2J Unit were trying to shake the cobwebs out of their heads.

    "What the hell happened?" Helmsley began.

    "Looks like they got you jabronies too..." a voice spoke.  Everyone turned to see Lieutenant Rock leaning against a wall impatiently, "It's about time your candy asses woke up!"

    "Where are we?" Ensign Crash asked Rock.

    "How the hell do you expect The Rock to know?!" Lieutenant Rock replied.

    "You are on beautiful Smardassia!" Someone answered.

    Everyone turned to the door of the room. A male humanoid stood there. He had fine ridges along his face and neck, and stood about 5'5".

    HHH walked towards the humanoid angrily, but only succeeded in getting pushed back by a force field.  He touched the field, and received a slight shock in return, "Let us out of here!" Helmsley demanded.

    "No. I don't think so...." the Smardassian replied.

    "Do you know who I am? I am THE GAME! Now LET ME OUT!"

    "Trip, shut the hell up..." The Y2J Unit replied.

    Triple H ignored him, and turned back to the alien, "I said let me out!"

    "No..." the Smardassian repeated.

    "Screw you!" Triple H snapped.

    Y2J smirked, "Why don't you just ask your wife to, Trip? Maybe she'll have more luck getting us out of here..." Jericho replied.

    "How DARE you!" Ensign Angle spoke up, "Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley has integrity! She would never do such a thing!"

   "Yeah... ok, Kirk. You just keep on believing that..." Jericho replied.

    "Ok, Jabronies! Enough chit chat!" Rock looked at the Smardassian,  "What do you want from The Rock and his crew?!"

    "We want to show you how to run a federation! We can do it so much better then you!" The Smardassian went up to the door on the other side of the room. He pushed a button on a nearby wall and the door swooshed open.

    Another Smardassian entered the room, flanked by two body guards. He went up to the force field and spoke to the Titanprize crew, "My name is Smart..." he began

    "It doesn't MATTER what your name is!" An irate Lieutentant Rock replied.

    Smart looked at him, "Ah, Lieutenant Rock!" He looked at the others, "Lieutenant Jericho, Triple H, Ensign Angle, Commander Stephanie... and..." he stopped, and looked at Ensign Crash, "Who the hell are you,"

    Crash, who had been huddling in a corner, stood up, "Ensign Crash Holly..." he replied.

    "Damnit!" Smart sighed, "I was hoping to get Ensign Show!"

    "He was on duty just before I was..." Crash explained.

    Smart frowned, "Figures! Well, I guess you'll have to do then," he turned to the first Smardassian, "Mark, give me the book!"

    The Smardassian now identified as Mark handed Smart a large leather-bound book and gold pen. Smart opened the book and began to write, "Lt. Rock, you will be battling Triple H in the Arena.  Lieutenant Jericho, you will battle Ensign Angle..." he then turned to Crash, "And you..." he studied the smaller man, then looked at Stephanie.  He turned back to Crash with a smile, "You are going to battle HER!"

    "WHAAAAAAAAT?!" Stephanie screeched.

    Smart shrugged, "You're the same size. It's the best I can do with last minute booking!"

    "But... she's my superior officer!" Crash protested.

    The Smardassian smiled, "Yes! Now wouldn't that make for a good story!"

    Ensign Angle stood beside Stephanie protectively, "How dare you ask a fine lady like Stephanie to Wrestle? You have NO integrity... and that's the truth!"

    "HEY!" Triple H snapped at Angle, "She's MY wife! I'LL defend her!"

    Angle turned to the Smackdown waiter, eyes narrowed, "Well... then do it! Don't just stand there! Or do you lack the intelligence to think of something to say to these people?"

    Hunter fumed, "Listen you 30 year old virgin! I  will reply in my own damn way!"

    Angle frowned, "HEY! I'm not 30!"

    "OH! This is wonderful!" Smart applauded, "The booking has changed! We will have Angle battle Helmsley... and Jericho can battle Rock!" he smiled, then looked at Crash, "You're still battling Stephanie..."

    "But I'm a super-heavyweight! I can't fight a girl!! Cousin would NEVER let me live it down!" Crash replied.

    "Hey, uh... Smart?!" Stephanie spoke up.  She slithered towards the forcefield and turned on the charm. She pouted her lips, and her voice became low, "Surely you don't want to let ALL of us out of here. I mean... for all YOU know, we could escape together!"

    Smart looked at her, suspicious, "Well... that's true... but why are you telling me this?" then he smiled, "Ahh... you don't want to wrestle!" he nodded, "Fine then. You DO have a point. You and the little one can stay here, and the others will be taken to the dressing room!"   Smart snapped his fingers, and his body guards held their weapons ready as Mark released the forcefield, "Now if you will all be so kind as to come with me..." he said, and lead Triple H, Y2J, The Rock, and Angle toward the door, "You will all be heading to the Arena!"  He looked at Mark, "Supply the little one and Stephanie with a television. I want them to see this!"

    Mark nodded, and set about his task.

    Hundreds of Smardassians sat in the stands, waiting eagerly for the show to begin. The Arena was a large circle, not an actual Wrestling ring.  The floor was made of white marble, imprinted with symbols and letters. Red spots, which looked a bit like blood stains, could be seen clearly.

    Lt. Rock walked out first. A few moments later, Lt. Jericho followed. They nodded to each other, a show of mutual understanding, and were about to tie up until Smart interrupted.

    "Wait ..." he began as he walked between the two grapplers, "You forgot your weapons!"

    "Weapons?!" Jericho and Rock replied in sync.

    "Of course... oh... did I forget to mention this match was to the death?!"

    "EXCUSE ME?" Jericho asked.

    "Listen, Jabroni!" Rock began, "The Rock isn't killing his fellow crew member!"

    Smart's face grew serious, and angry, "Either you will battle with weapons, or you shall be executed on the spot! One of you will live, or both of you will die. It is YOUR choice!"

    Jericho and the Rock looked at each other. There was a moment of complete understanding, then they held their hands out for the weapons.

    Both men were given silver blades to tie around their wrists. Smart nodded, "Good. Now, you must wear your opponent down before you can draw your blade. Once your opponent is unable to defend himself, then you may strike!" With that, Smart backed away into the crowd to watch.

    Jericho and Rock tied up, "So... got a plan to get us out of here before we're forced to kill each other, Lieutenant?" Jericho whispered.

    "The Rock is the communications officer... not a damn tactical officer!" he replied.

    Jericho sighed, "I'll take that as a no then..."

WWF TITANPRIZE

    "Where the hell are my crewmen and my daughter!" McMahon demanded as he stomped onto the bridge.

    Commander Austin answered, "I'm trying to find your damn crewmen and your daughter! Last I could tell, they were beamed down to the Class M planet our sensors claimed was uninhabited!"

    "Damnit!! Get a shuttle craft down there and FIND them, Austin!"

    "Don't you give me orders, McMahon!" Austin replied.  "I'll go find them because I CHOSE to find them... not because you're asking me to! And that's the bottom line!" Austin hit his comm badge, "Austin to Dr. Taker! Meet me and Commander Kane in Shuttle Bay 4!" With that, Austin stepped into the turbo lift, and headed off to the Shuttle bay.

    "I know I'm probably wasting my breath ..." Stephanie spoke to Ensign Crash quietly, looking at Mark to be sure he didn't hear her, "But I don't suppose you have a plan to get us out of here?"

    "Uh... no ma'am... sir..." Crash replied.

    "Call me Stephanie," Stephanie sighed, "Everyone else does!"

    "Ok... uh... Stephanie... ma'am..." Crash replied, and smiled nervously.

    Stephanie went to sit beside him, and he slowly inched away. "What's wrong... I'm not going to attack you!"

    Crash's eyes darted around the room quickly, "But someone is... someone always does..."

    No sooner did he say that then Mark lowered the forcefield and leapt at him, shoving Stephanie to the floor in the process.

    Stephanie heard, rather then saw, the scuffle as she tried to get her wits about her.  When she finally got back to her feet, Mark was laid out on the floor.

    Ensign Crash had disappeared.

THE ARENA

    Jericho and Rock were now bleeding - or in the Y2J Unit's case, leaking -  profusely from the head. They had been cut by each other's blades, still unable to come up with a plan for escape.

    "The Rock is starting to get light-headed," Lt. Rock whispered as Lt. Jericho held him in a sleeper.

    "Tell me about it... I'm losing a lot here too. I haven't bladed this much since my days aboard the ECW Extreme Ship!" Y2J replied.

   "You used to be stationed aboard that roody poo ship?!" Rock asked.

    "Well, I---"

    "It doesn't MATTER where you were stationed!" the communications officer interrupted.

    Jericho sighed, then spoke, "I'm scanning the building for a quick exit. Maybe we'll have some luck..."   Suddenly, Lt. Jericho's body jerked as a surge of information downloaded into his positronic brain.

    The Rock let out a shout of pain as Jericho accidentally held the sleeper with his full strength, "LET GO OF THE ROCK'S DAMN HEAD BEFORE YOU RIP IT OFF!" the Commander shouted.   Jericho quickly eased up, and Lt. Rock reversed the hold, slamming Y2J to the floor. He put the android Lieutenant in a camel clutch.

    The Y2J Unit kept his voice low as he spoke, wincing from the camel clutch,  "I think I found something. It's a WrestleFleet signature coming from the perimeter of this building! They're downloading coordinates to me! I usually don't react like that... but I'm so weak from my energy leak that I couldn't help it..." he paused as more information was downloaded, "It's a shuttlecraft with Commander Austin, Commander Kane, and Dr. Taker!"

    "Well it's about damn time! Now... how do we get out of HERE to meet them?!"

HOLDING ROOM

    Stephanie sat in the holding room, watching Mark drift in and out of consciousness. She hoped he wouldn't fully wake any time soon.  The forcefield was down, but she had had no luck getting out the door. It was password protected.

    Suddenly, the door swooshed opened. She jumped to her feet ... but quickly relaxed.

    "Stephanie, ma'am..." it was Ensign Crash, "I found a way out!!"

    Stephanie walked up to him, "How the hell did you get out? I turned around, and you disappeared!!"

    Crash smiled shyly, "Well, ma'am... I'm a Houdinian. My species can take a moment of confusion, and use that to disappear..." he looked behind him nervously, paranoid with good reason this time, "Quick! The guards are coming! We have to go, Stephanie, ma'am! There's a Titanprize shuttle craft waiting for us..." he held a hand out to her.

    She smiled and quickly took the offered hand. Now that she thought about it... the petite Ensign was kind of cute... but then, Ensign Angle was cuter.

WWF TITANPRIZE SHUTTLE CRAFT - RAWISWAR

    Triple H stood up when his wife entered the shuttle craft. He quickly embraced her.

    "How did you get out?!" Stephanie asked, not letting go of her husband.

    He looked towards Ensign Crash, "Angle and I were in the dressing room when Mini-me showed up. He had apparently found the shuttle craft and came back to get us, then went back in to get YOU, saying that he could hide if any of the Smardassians saw him..."

    "I'm glad you're ok, Stephanie..." Ensign Angle said, and held a hand out to shake hers.

    Stephanie smiled, and pulled away from Triple H. Instead of shaking Ensign Angle's outstretched hand, she hugged him.

    Triple H frowned, "OK! Can we GO now?!" he snapped quickly, pulling Stephanie against him and away from Ensign Angle.

    "Wait..." Crash spoke up, "What about Lieutenant Rock and Lieutenant Jericho?"

    Stephanie frowned, "Oh yeah... them..." she replied, not the least bit happy that the small Ensign had remembered the two men she disliked the most.

    "I downloaded our coordinates into Y2J's positronic brain... so he knows we're here," Commander Austin began, "Now it's just a matter of getting those two bastards out of there!"

    "Well, as I was searching the complex for everyone, I found a tunnel that lead right into the arena..." Ensign Crash began, "If all of us barge in there with phasers then maybe we can get them out..."

    Stephanie put a hand to her forehead in a overly-dramatic show of exaustion, "Oh... I can't bear to go in there again..."

    "That's ok, Steph, " Triple H replied, "You and I will stay here!"

    "Nu-uh! You ain't sittin' your ass down here and doing nothin', Helmsley!" Commander Austin snapped. "Dr. Taker can stay here with her in case those two sons of bitches find their own way back!"

    Stephanie jumped to her feet, "NO! I'm not staying here with.... HIM!!" she said as she looked at Dr. Taker with fear.

    Dr. Taker's face was unreadable, "Why not, sweet Stephanie?" he replied in his cold, gravelly voice.

    Stephanie snuggled into Triple H, "Go away!!"

       "Oh the hell with it! She can sit on her ass here alone then!" Commander Austin answered, "We don't have time for this!"

    "I'll stay with her..." Ensign Angle spoke up. "I abhor violence anyway..."

    Austin looked at him, "You're a damn WRESTLEFLEET OFFICER, son!"

    Angle looked stricken, "But I never use weapons!"

    "Angle will be useless to us..." Dr. Taker spoke up, "Let's just go, Austin!"

    Austin sighed, and looked at Kane, "Get your big red ass in gear! The sooner we get the damned robot and that other S.O.B, the better!"

    Kane, Austin, Dr. Taker, Crash, and a reluctant Triple H left Stephanie and Angle in the shuttlecraft and headed off to save their fellow crewmen.

    Stephanie looked at Ensign Angle, and smiled a more-than-friendly smile.

THE ARENA

    The sounds of phaser fire shocked Lt. Jericho and Lt. Rock out of their stupor. Rock was on the verge of passing out, and Jericho was on the verge of a complete systems shutdown. The Smardassians had forced them to step-up their match... or face execution.

    Unit Y2J was the first to focus on the WrestleFleet crew that had come to their aid. The group had forced their way into the arena, throwing phaser fire... and the audience was quickly running for safety. Finally,  Lt. Rock became aware of the crew as well.

    Both men quickly stopped fighting, barely able to stand.  Dr. Taker came to their aid and led them out of the wrestling circle.  He scanned them with a tricorder, and gave them a shot from a hypospray to sustain them until they made it back to the shuttlecraft.

    "Beam us out!" Austin commanded to the Shuttlecraft computer.

    Before the Smardassians had a chance to return fire, the Titanprize crew was gone.

WWF TITANPRIZE - THE SMACKDOWN

    Now that Lt. Jericho and Lt. Rock were healed and back on duty, Dr. Taker decided to visit the Smackdown briefly - something he did not usually do. The less people around him, the better. He preferred it that way.

    Dr. Taker watched Stephanie. She was by the bar being extremely affectionate with her husband, Triple H -- which incited quite a few whistles and cat calls.

    The cold doctor could care less about Stephanie ... but Stephanie was the Captain's daughter ... and that meant Stephanie had power!

    Captain McMahon had made a grave error when he had assigned Dr. Taker as his Chief Medical Officer.  But after all, it was just business.

    Unfortunately for Miss Stephanie and her father, business was about to become VERY personal for Daddy's little girl.