SEASON SIX

EPISODE 6: KIMBERLY'S WAY

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

... And many more!

WWF TITANPRIZE - CAPTAIN’S READY ROOM

     "Captain’s log, stardate 070920.00. Our guest, Kimberly, continues to win over our crew... although her fears about the Toysrus Colony were luckily unfounded. Wrestlefleet feels the information she can provide us about the Nytrons will be very helpful and we are to show her every courtesy while she is on board our ship. Kimberly has asked for a tour of the ship and I’ve assigned Ensign Crash to the task. End log."

     With that, the Captain headed to the bridge.

THE SMACKDOWN

     "Well, I’m sure you’ve been here many times, Miss Kimberly. I don’t know why you wanted me to take you here again," Ensign Crash said to the dark-haired woman who walked beside him.

     "I just want a complete tour, top to bottom, Crash..." Kimberly replied, "and I want to learn all about my enemies..." she thought, but didn’t dare say that aloud.

     "HEY! You lech! What do you think you’re doing?!" A voice shouted out, echoing through the Smackdown, "Don’t you be touching my ass, pervert!"

     Crash turned to see Ensigns Jacqueline and Ivory, glaring daggers at Ensign Malenko. Crash frowned, knowing what had happened. Malenko had been harassing a lot of the female crew lately, and was currently giving Ivory and Jackie an unpleasant leer.

     Crash went up to Malenko, hands on hips, "Mr. Malenko, sir... you have been very impolite to Miss Jackie and Miss Ivory! Shame on you! You should apologize right now!" he demanded.

     Ensign Malenko stood up and stared Ensign Crash down, "Listen, little boy... just because YOU don’t know what to do with a woman doesn’t mean that I can’t have my fun!" With that, Malenko held out his arms, and the ladies-of-the-night sitting at his table quickly took one each and walked out with him.

     "I am NOT a little boy!" Crash shouted before Malenko’s back disappeared from sight.

     "That was nice what you did for Jackie, sweetie pie..." Ensign Ivory spoke, and gave Crash a kiss on the cheek.

     "Thank you, honey..." Ensign Jackie said, and kissed Crash’s other cheek.

     "Well, gosh, Miss Ivory. Miss Jackie. I was just doing what was right.." Crash smiled shyly, face bright red from the attention.

     Ivory and Jackie laughed at his reaction, and headed out of the Smackdown.

     Kimberly looked at Crash, and smiled to herself.  This one would be easy to manipulate!

ENGINEERING

     "You’ve been spending a lot of time with Ensign Edge lately, Skananie..." Lt. Commander Jericho began, "Trying to teach him some new positions?"

     "If you must know, Y2Jerk, I am going over the modified helm controls with him!" Commander Stephanie replied.

     "Hmmm... I only believe you because Ensign Edge is too in-love with himself to soil his manicured hands with a skank like you!"

     "Well, at least he knows better then to talk to a waste of space like you!" Stephanie said.

     "Gosh, you two are so funny!" a voice spoke up beside them. Commander Stephanie and the Y2J Unit turned to see Ensign Crash smiling, Kimberly beside him, "You’d think you were just pretending to hate each other to avoid liking each other! But I know that’s not the case..." he looked thoughtful for a moment, "But gosh... you two fight an awful lot!" he said, then shrugged, "Oh well! I’m here to take Miss Kimberly on a tour of Engineering. Talk to you guys later," he said and turned to Kimberly, "Come on, I’ll show ya my station..." he said, and headed over to where he usually spent his duty shift.

     "Oooh... interesting..." Kimberly replied as she looked at the complicated computer console in front of her, then smiled sweetly, "Think you can show me how to use this?" she asked.

     "Well, Miss Kimberly...  It’s real confusing... and besides, you would need my access code to get into the ship’s computer, and I can’t tell you that..." he said

     Kimberly pouted flirtatiously, "Oh please, Crash? I reaaaaally wanna try it!" she smiled then, a smile that would make most men weak at the knees, "I’d be very grateful..." she said, her voice dripping with unspoken innuendoes.

     "How grateful...?" Crash asked, raising an eyebrow.

     Her smile grew sly, almost naughty, "I’d do something for you. Something I know you’d want me to do..." she said, voice quiet.

     "Anything?" Crash asked.

     Kimberly ran a hand through his close-cropped hair, "ANY-thing..." she said.

     Crash smiled, his face brightening,  "Will you play baseball with me on the holodeck?"

     Kimberly’s face now only held confusion, all earlier slyness gone, "Baseball?" she asked.

     He nodded, "Yeah. Whenever I go to play sports with Lt. Commander Jericho, he always wants to play  hockey. It’s a genetic Kanatian thing I think..." he shrugged.

     Kimberly furrowed her brow, "Uh...." then smiled, "Sure... sure... I’ll play baseball with you..."

     "Gosh, thanks!" Crash said happily, "Ok... I’ll show you how to go into warp..." he said, and pointed out the controls on the console in front of him, "I still can’t give you my access codes though..."

     "But you promised!"

     "I didn’t promise to give you my access codes, Miss Kimberly..." Crash replied, "I promised to show you how to use my station..."

     "Damn!" Kimberly thought. So maybe Ensign Crash WASN’T as gullible as she had thought. She’d just have to work on someone else then. Someone who could appreciate her advances, unlike the little Ensign beside her.

     She glanced around Engineering. Lt. Jeff Hardy was busy making goo-goo eyes at Ensign Lita. Obviously he wouldn’t be interested in anyone else. His brother, Matt... well... why go for an Ensign when she could go for... a Lieutenant Commander!

     Kimberly watched Lt. Commander Jericho from a far, and smiled. They had been shipmates for a few years! Even though the two hadn't gotten along when she first came on board the Titanprize, surely he missed his old crewmate, didn’t he? Besides, with as much as he was arguing with Commander Stephanie, he could use a woman’s comfort. It was Kimberly's way, after all...

    Yes... Jericho could definitely use Kimberly's attention...

     And Kimberly could DEFINITELY use Jericho’s security codes!

THE SMACKDOWN - LATER

    Crash sat at a table sipping at the chocolate milk Miss Chyna had given him. Kimberly had gone to talk to Lt. Commander Jericho, pretty much ignoring the him. "Ah well," Crash thought, "Let Jericho show her around the ship for a bit,"

    Ensigns Ivory and Jackie came up to him, "Hey Crash..." Ivory started as she sat beside him, "Jackie and I wanted to thank you again for helping us with Malenko..."

    "I told you..." Crash began.

    "... that it was the right thing to do. Crash... not many people would DO the right thing!" Jackie said. Jackie called Tori over, "Hey... get Crash a synthehol. I'm paying..." she said.

    "Oh no no, Miss Jackie," Crash said, "I don't drink..."

    Jackie and Ivory looked at him, "You don't?" Ivory asked. Crash shook his head.

    Just then, Malenko entered the Smackdown with two ladies... and saw Crash immediately. He went up to the table, and glared at Jackie and Ivory, "Why are you two ladies doing hanging around with a kid..." he asked, "... when you really need a man?" He put one hand each on Jackie and Ivory's shoulders, "A man like me..." he grinned slyly.

    "Step off, lech..." Jackie said, and knocked Malenko's hand from her shoulder. Ivory followed suit.

    Crash stood up, hands on hips, "Mr. Malenko, sir... you should really have more respect for ladies!"

    "And what would YOU know about how to treat a lady...?" Malenko asked, getting angry.

    "I grew up with my momma, and three sisters! They taught me right..." he frowned for a moment, "Although cousin's attitude could use some work..." he looked back at Malenko, "That's besides the point! It's not very nice to touch ladies when they don't want to be touched! Or to make rude comments! And you, Mr. Malenko sir, are being VERY rude!"

    Malenko glared at the little Ensign before him, "You. Me. Holodeck 2. Wrestling match! I'll see your little ass there on THURSDAY, kid!"

    With that, he spun around and headed out, ladies in tow.

    Chyna watched Malenko leave from her position at the bar, "I hope Crash kicks his ass..." she muttered.

     Terri laughed, "Don't we all!" then grew serious, "So how is the Kimberly watch going?"

     "Not good..." Chyna sighed as she sat on a bar stool, "When I searched her quarters, I found NOTHING,"

     "Nothing at all?"

     Chyna shook her head, "I went through her purse, and just found some weird perfume.." Chyna sat down and put her elbows on the bar, propping her head up, "Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe Kim IS a defector..." she frowned, "and maybe I’m just so bored that I’m looking for something to do. All this waiting to be reinstated as an official Wrestlefleet officer is KILLING me..."

     "But what if you ARE right? It’s women’s intuition, right? That’s hardly ever wrong!" Terri said.

     Chyna smiled, "You’re right..." then her smile faded, "But it’s difficult doing this myself, you know..."

     "Well, now that Stephanie is finished her little romantic vacation, maybe Chris will have some time to help you..."

     Chyna shrugged, "It can’t hurt to ask. He usually comes in here at this time... when his duty shift is finished."

     No sooner did she say that then Lt. Commander Jericho entered the Smackdown. Chyna stood up and was about to head towards him until she saw who entered with him. She frowned, "Kimberly..." Chyna muttered.  The two seemed to be yaking away like old friends. But then... they DID serve together for some time...

     Lt. Commander Jericho noticed Chyna at the bar and excused himself from Kimberly. Kimberly blew a kiss at him, allowed him a sly grin, then headed off to talk to the other members of the crew.

     Jericho sat beside Chyna, smiling, "Hey there, warrior princess! How are you?"

     Chyna frowned at him, "Getting awfully friendly with Kimberly, aren’t you?"

     "Ahh... Kimmy and I were just going over some old times..." he said,

     "I thought you considered her Skan---Stephanie’s evil twin..." Chyna asked.

     "Oh, I do..." he replied, "And... I don’t know how it’s possible, but she’s even worse then Skankanie! You should have heard the lines she was trying to use on Crash in Engineering! Poor guy had NO clue what she was getting at... and now she’s stuck playing baseball with him on the holodeck on Friday..."

     Chyna laughed at that, then grew concerned, "YOU aren’t Crash though... and I’m sure YOU know what she’s getting at, blowing kisses and looking at you that way..."

     "She was playing up the charm, and I was playing back..." he shrugged, "But I’m probably one of the few males on this ship who thinks with his BRAIN first..."

     "That’s encouraging... because I was wondering if you’d help me out a bit..." Chyna started.

     "You still don’t trust her, hmm?" Jericho asked, "I don't blame you,"

     Chyna shrugged, "Women’s intuition. I just can’t get rid of the feeling that something is going on..."

     "How can I help you?" Jericho asked.

     Chyna smiled, "Well..." she began, "Seeing how Kimberly looks pretty interested in you..." she started, then hesitated. No. She couldn't ask him to do that...

    "You want me to get close to her?" he asked.

    Chyna shook her head, "I was going to, but... it wouldn't be fair to you and Ste--" she stopped.

    "Me and WHO?" he asked, then smiled, "It's no problem, Chyna..."

    "But..."

    "But WHAT?" he asked.

    Chyna sighed, "Ok. Yes. Can you get close to Kimberly?" she asked, then quickly added, "But not THAT close..." Chyna warned.

     Jericho let out a laugh, "No. I wouldn’t touch her if my life depended on it..." The Y2J Unit replied, "She’s been with BISHOFF of all people!" he shivered in disgust, the smiled, "Though since she DOES seem to be overly interested in me , who am I to deny her the honour of my companionship?"

     "Thanks, Chris..." Chyna said. "You sure you're ok with this?"

     "It's no problem, Amazon goddess... but don’t thank me quite yet. Let’s see if I can find out anything from the Nytron skank first..."

     Chyna nodded, and Jericho headed off to join his new 'friend', Kimberly.

HOLODECK 2 - Thursday night

    "Let's go Elroy! Let's go Elroy!" the holographic crowd, and various crewmen, chanted as Ensign Crash took to the ring. Ivory and Jackie stood in his corner.

    Soon, Ensign Malenko made his way down the ramp, escorted by two lovely women (as usual).  He quickly ran to the ring, and tore into Ensign Crash. Ensign Crash retaliated as the two tied up in the center of the mat.

    The match was on!

THE SMACKDOWN

     Lt. Commander Jericho came up to Chyna, sat down, and slammed his forehead against the top of the bar, "It's been FOUR days since Kimmy and I have become..." he almost gagged at the word, "pals... and let me tell you how much I DESPISE it!" he said, voice muffled by the bar-top.

     Chyna put a comforting arm around his shoulder and squeezed kindly. Jericho winced, but didn’t let her see. She didn’t know her own strength yet, "And let me tell you how much I appreciate it!"

     He lifted his head and looked at her, "You can show your appreciation by buying me a synthehol..." he said.

     Chyna called Tori over, "Can you get Chris a synthehol?" she asked, and smiled at him, "He needs it right now..."

     "I think I’ll need one of Dr. Taker’s hyposprays after all this..." he muttered.

     "Awww.... what’s wrong, Lt. Commander..." a voice started, oozing with false sympathy. Jericho looked to see Commander Stephanie making her way towards him. He groaned inwardly. This was the LAST thing he needed, "Is your new Nytron girlfriend keeping you up all night?" she asked.

     "Well, Skankanie... I AM fully functional you know... not that YOU would ever have the honour..." he said.

     He smiled secretly at the look of shock on Stephanie’s face. Better she think something was happening then find out the REAL reason for his sour mood. If he told her that he was only playing nice with Kimberly to help out Chyna, Stephanie probably wouldn’t keep it a secret.

     "I can’t believe you!" Stephanie snapped, "How... how...  COULD you?" she sputtered.

     He raised his eyebrows. Did she look HURT? "You never thought highly of me, Skankanie," he said, "Why does it bother you to find out how close me and Kimmy are?"

     "It DOESN’T bother me!" she said quickly, almost defensively, "It’s just... that I...  I mean... oh never mind. I don’t care anyway!" with that, she spun on her heel and walked away.

     Chyna watched Stephanie leave, then looked at Jericho, "Hey Chris... when I wanted you to get close to Kimberly, I didn’t mean THAT close..."

     Jericho burst out laughing, "Don’t worry, Chyna. We're NOT that close! I just wanted to see Skankanie’s reaction. Besides... Kimberly's been with BISHOFF!" he still couldn't quite get over that, and shivered once again.

    Chyna snickered, then looked towards the entrance to the Smackdown, "Oh! He's back!" she said.  Jericho turned to see Ensign Crash entering the bar, followed by Kitty, Terri, Jackie, and Ivory. The ladies were congratulating him and patting him on the back.

    Malenko followed close behind, walking with a slight limp, and muttering to himself... ignoring the ladies on his arm.

HOLODECK 3 - Friday night

     "How do I hold this thing, Crash?" Kimberly asked as she held a large piece of wood in front of her.

     "Here... you gotta put your hands like this," Crash said, and showed Kimberly how to hold the baseball bat properly.

     Kimberly looked over at Jericho, who was sitting in the stands with Commander Stephanie and various other crewmembers, "Chris... can you show me how to swing ?" she asked.

     "Sure, Kimmy..." Jericho replied, and headed towards her.  Stephanie gave him a dirty look, but quickly turned away.

     "Pervert..." Stephanie muttered. Jericho offered her a quick glare, then stood behind Kimberly and put his arms around her, his hands over the bat.

      "Now, Kim... you pull back like this, and swing," he said.

     Kimberly smiled and cozyed into him a bit, "Show me again?" she asked innocently, "I don’t think I got it the first time..."

     Jericho tried not to gag at her flirting.

     The Y2J Unit secretly wished he could get an Oscar for his acting, as he was sure no one else on the ship would eeeeeeeever have the guts to pull off a role like this. HE almost didn’t... but he had promised Chyna he would help her. There was no backing out now.

     "Thank you, Chris..." Kimberly oozed sweetness, and kissed him on the cheek after he had showed her how to swing the bat a second time. She smiled flirtatiously.

     He returned the smile. gag  "No problem, Kimmy..." he said, then headed back to his seat.

     He could feel Stephanie burn a hole though him, and tried his best to ignore her.
 
 

ENGINEERING

    Kimberly snuck into Engineering. The lights were low, and the only person there was Lt. Commander Jericho. He was doing some late-night diagnostics.

    "Hi, Chris..." Kimberly said, and sidled up to him with a smile.

    "Hey, Kimmy... can I help you?" he asked.

    She put on an innocent expression, "Oh... nothing... just wanted to see what my favourite android was doing..." she wrapped her hands around his arm and smiled again.

    Lt. Commander Jericho thought he was going to be ill... but hid it well, "I'm just running some tests on the warp core, Kimmy..." he said.

    She rested her head against his shoulder, "Can I see?" she asked.

    An idea came to the Lt. Commander's mind:

    Suuuuure... he'd let her see. He'd let her see EXACTLY what he was doing...

    "Well, I put in my security codes..." he said, and deliberately let her watch as he punched in the secret numbers, "Then I go to the Engineering subroutines..." he explained, and described step-by-step what he was doing.

    Kimberly smiled to herself. She couldn't believe the android was so gullible! He had practically handed her his security codes and the information she needed to run the whole ship from Engineering! "Damn, I'm good!"  she thought. "Wow... fascinating..." she said aloud, then reached up and gently tugged at his hair, pulling his face down for a kiss.

    Lt. Commander Jericho didn't know whether to turn off his emotion chip and play along, or just shove her on her ass as a wave of revulsion swept over him.

Kimberly had touched BISHOFF for heaven's sake!

    Commander Stephanie quickly backed into a dark corner and closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing. She didn't want to see Lt. Commander Jericho and the Nytron defector playing kissy face, she really didn't!

    Hunter was hanging out with his fellow degenerates, and Stephanie was feeling extremely lonely. She had come down to Engineering hoping to run into Jericho, knowing he didn't sleep.  She was hoping to have an argument or something with him... but THIS was the last thing she expected. The LAST thing...

    She put a hand to her chest, and wondered why it hurt so much.

WRESTLEFLEET MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON COLONY 10

     Chae saluted High Commander Russo as she entered his office, "Sir! Report from Kimberly aboard the Titanprize. She is in the process of getting close to a high ranking officer in Engineering..."

     "And who is the officer?" Russo asked.

     "Lt. Commander Jericho, sir..." she said.

     Russo raised an eyebrow, "The android?" he asked.

     "He’s an ANDROID?"  Chae squealed,  "But... ewwwwwwwww.... if Kim has to get close to him... ewwww..." she repeated.

     Russo stared at her, "You didn’t know?" then rolled his eyes. Sometimes these Nytron girls could be so stupid, "He's made headlines as the only android WrestleFleet officer in the UNIVERSE!" he snapped, "Ugh... Never mind. Thank you for the report. You're dismissed!"

     "Yes sir!" she said, then left his office.

     Russo stood up and went to the walk-in closet behind him. He opened it, and smiled, "See, Eric... everything is going as planned... and we DON’T need you. The Nytrons are under my control, and soon, so will all of WrestleFleet!"

    A man with a silver brush-cut looked up at Russo from the chair he was tied too. He tried to speak, but the gag in his mouth prevented that.

    "Sir... sorry for interrupting you again---" a voice spoke.  Russo quickly slammed the closet door shut as Chae entered his office. She hadn't seen anything. Good! Chae looked at him, confused, "Sir... am I disturbing you?"

    "YES! What do you want?" High Commander Russo snapped.

    She saluted, "Forgive me, sir... but... it's been a few days since our fellow Nytrons disembarked from the ship... and no one has seen Captain Bishoff since he came to see you..."

    "So? You think I keep tabs on my second in command? Don't concern me with little things like this. If you're so worried, find him yourself!" he replied angrily.

    "Yes sir," Chae replied, saluted again, and left.

    Russo opened the closet once more, and looked at his hostage, "Did you hear that? Bishoff is missing.... I wonder what could have happened to him!" the High Commander said, then laughed a cold, callous laugh.

     Yes. Everything was falling into place.