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!

WRESTLEFLEET SHUTTLECRAFT - DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL II

    "Chief Engineer's log, stardate... I don't know. I woke up in my shuttlecraft, slumped over the helm. The last thing I remember is being pulled towards a wormhole. I guess this is where it dumped me,"  Stephanie stood up slowly, steadying herself as a wave of dizziness came over her.

    She looked out the window of her shuttle, "I'm on a ship of some sort. No doubt pulled in by a tractor beam. I was sent on a mission to get readings from the aforementioned wormhole and report back to the Titanprize. Daddy was hoping the wormhole could lead home. Unfortunately, the wormhole had other ideas. I tried not to get too close, but the gravitational pull was too strong. If the Titanprize had dared enter it, it would have collapsed on the big ship, trapping it forever. I suppose I'm lucky I got out alive."

    Stephanie put a hand to her forehead, and winced at the large bump that now resided there. She went over to ops and read the readings,  "Sensors indicate that the outside air is breathable. I'm going to try and find out where I am. I will record my findings and later enter them into the computer. End log,"

    Stephanie headed to the back of the shuttlecraft and went through the supply box. She pulled out a phaser, and the medkit. She looked at the mirror on the wall and frowned at the black and blue lump on her forehead. Stephanie quickly tended to it, and put the medkit away. She charged the phaser, grabbed her recorder, and quickly stepped out.

    She looked around and saw she was in a shuttlebay of some sort. Derelict shuttles filled almost every section of the bay. Most shuttles were damaged beyond repair. She took a quick look at Daddy's Little Girl II, and her eyes went wide. Black scorch marks marred the hull, and pieces had been torn off. Stephanie was surprised life support was even working.

    Stephanie flicked on the recorder, "It seems I'm on a salvage ship of some sort. I have to find the Captain and see if he can help me return to the Titanprize,"

    Stephanie walked out of the shuttlebay and down the corridors.

    "Ugh, this ship is ugly!" she recorded, "The corridors aren't even finished. The wires along the wall are uncovered, there's hardly any light, and there's a strong smell of fuel. It looks like this ship should be in a salvage dump itself," She recorded, then came upon the turbolifts and wrinkled her nose.

    "The turbolifts are more like warehouse elevators. The kind that have cage doors. Geez... whoever bought this ship should get his money back! It looks like it was made from bits and pieces of other ships," she replied, then shut the recorder off for a moment, "Um... turbolift... uh, take me to the bridge," the computer didn't comply. Stephanie noticed the buttons on the side of the wall, and pressed the one marked "B". She took a deep breath, and waited as the rickety elevator made it's decline.

    Finally, the turbolift stopped and she stepped off. She went to a nearby window, and looked out at the stars. None of them seemed familiar to her. Stephanie continued walking towards where she though the bridge was. She stopped and backed against a bulkhead when she heard voices down the hall.

    "That blonde whack job insisted that some chick was on the WrestleFleet shuttle," the first voice, a male, spoke.

    "Well, we never DID scan the shuttle for life signs," a female voice replied.

    "Dayna, seriously! Did you see that shuttle? WrestleFleet stopped making shuttles like that 50 years ago. Do you honestly think anyone would be ON that thing? I mean, it was just FLOATING there dead!"

     "They know about WrestleFleet! Did I make it back to the Alpha Quadrant?!" Stephanie thought, allowing hope to bubble inside her.

    "Actually, WrestleFleet stopped making those shuttles 65 years ago, but I see your point," Dayna replied.

       "Exactly! You know WrestleFleet destroys it's old ships and shuttles when they design new ones! Now why would one of those ancient shuttles still be active?"

    "But David... still... the guy DID seem persistent!"

    "Listen, I don't care if the guy thought the Ruler of Alpha Terra herself was on the shuttle! There's no way I'm handing it over! We don't answer to WrestleFleet!" David replied.

    "But he's an ADMIRAL, David! Even if we don't answer to WrestleFleet, we still have to respect them! You can't interfere in their salvage operations!" her voice grew quiet, "Can you imagine if there WAS someone on that ship? She'd be a living piece of history!"

    "History?" Stephanie thought, "What the heck is going on here? Where am I?"

    "Listen, Dayna... finders keepers. They can't force me to hand over what I've rightfully found. It's just WrestleFleet space junk anyway!"

     "My shuttle is NOT space junk!" Stephanie snapped as she jumped out of her hiding spot to confront the two salvagers.

    "He was right!" Dayna started, green eyes filled with wonder and excitement, "The Admiral was right! Someone was on the shuttle! I TOLD you!" Dayna smacked David on the back of his head, "Why don't you ever listen to me?"

    "Dayna, stop!" David snapped, then furrowed his brow as he stepped closer to Stephanie, "Where did you come from?" he asked.

     "My shuttle is in your shuttlebay,"  Stephanie replied.

    "Look, David! She has a classic WrestleFleet uniform!" Dayna said as she walked around Stephanie, clapping her hands together excitedly.

    "The Uniform fits the age of the shuttle," David started as he studied the Chief Engineer, his green-eyes filled with confusion., "But, how did you get an old shuttle and uniform?"

    "I'll have you know my shuttle is the latest in WrestleFleet design! And so is my uniform!" Stephanie snapped.

    Dayna looked awestruck, "What's your name?"

    "I am Commander Stephanie McMahon, Chief Engineer onboard the WWF Titanprize!" Stephanie replied.

    "The TITANPRIZE?" Dayna gasped with a smile, "The ORIGINAL Titanprize?"

    "There's no other Titanprize!" Stephanie replied.

    Dayna opened her mouth and closed it again, unsure how to address the woman before her, "Well... um...." she took a deep breath, then spoke again, "Stephanie... er... Commander... do you know what the stardate is?" Dayna asked.

    "What is this, twenty questions? I demand to speak to WrestleFleet headquarters!" Stephanie replied.

    "Please, forgive my sister," David began, his voice soft as he looked at Stephanie with sympathy, "She gets a little too excited sometimes,"

    Stephanie furowed her brow, "Ok... what is going on here?"

    Dayna turned her brother, helpless to explain the situation to the irate Commander.

    "The stardate is 082020.76," David started.

    Stephanie laughed, "Right. Ok. Good joke. Now get me WrestleFleet headquarters,"

    "No joke, Commander,." Dayna said, "I'm sorry... but---"

    "Impossible!" Stephanie interrupted, "When I went on my mission it was 070620.01," She glared at Dayna, "You'd better check your dates! You're about 75 years out...!"

    "We should contact WrestleFleet," Dayna began, looking at David for confirmation, "Maybe they could explain this better to her..."

    "Fine," David reluctantly nodded, "You contact WrestleFleet and I'll try to bring the Commander up to date," he turned to Stephanie and held out a hand, "Come with me. A lot has happened since you went on your last mission,"

    Stephanie eyed the man warily, but took his outstretched hand and allowed him to lead her down the corridors.

MESS HALL - SALVAGE SHIP LEVESQUE-P

  Stephanie stared at the data padd on the table before her.

   75 years.  It had been 75 years.

    IT WASN'T FAIR!

    "I'm sorry, Commander," David began, "I really am,"

    "Call me Stephanie, Captain Henal," she muttered, resting her head in her hands, "My rank hardly matters now,"

    "Well, you can call me David then, Stephanie," he replied with a smile, "Would you like something to eat?"

    "I wouldn't mind a drink. Can you replicate a strawberry daquiri?"

    "No problem," David said, then went up to the replicator and returned with the large pink concotion, "Listen, if there's anything I can do to help you..."

    "Unless you can send me back 75 years in the past, there's really nothing you can do. I am Stephanie McMahon, damnit! This isn't supposed to happen to me!" Stephanie shouted as she angrily threw the padd across the room . The five crewmen on the other side of the mess hall jumped in surprise, and Stephanie quickly regretted her rude actions, "Sorry," she called to them. They nodded, but moved away nonetheless. Stephanie took a deep breath and turned back to David, "It might take me some time to adjust," she offered a sheepish smile.

    "I understand," David said, "You're actually taking it a lot better then I thought you would,"

    "Yes, Wrestlefleet has a way of hardening people," Stephanie replied, "Hey, if I can survive my husband trying to kill me, then I should have no problem surviving this, right?"

    David's eyes went wide, "Your husband tried to kill you?!"

    "Well, EX-husband," she paused, "I guess he'd be my DEAD ex-husband now.  He led a Degenerate rebel movement and kept trying to take over daddy's ship,"

    "Wait... Triple H? Hunter Hearst Helmsley?!" David asked

    "You've heard of him?"

    David nodded, "Heard the stories about him at least. They called him the Cerebral Assassin in our history books. He liked to play mind tricks. Really messed up a lot of people,"

    "Well, he sure played a few tricks on ME," Stephanie muttered, "If it wasn't for that jerk, Chris, or the stupid little Hardy Ensigns--" she stopped, "Well, let's just say I wouldn't be alive today,"

    "I've read about the Aerialians, but who was Chris?" David asked.

    Stephanie seemed surprised, then realized David's confusion, "Oh.... right. They probably don't call him that in the history books. You'd know him better as--"

    "Dayna to David," Dayna's voice interrupted through the comm, "I've contacted WrestleFleet  Headquarters. They want to speak to you and Stephanie,"

    "Ok. We'll be right there," David replied, then stood up and offered Stephanie his hand, "Shall we?" Stephanie nodded, and the two headed out.

    David and Stephanie stepped on to the bridge and turned their attention to the face on the screen, "Commander McMahon!" the petite blond Lieutenant began.

    Stephanie blinked, not sure she was seeing right, "MOLLY?" she gasped.

   The blond's cheery smile didn't waver, "I'm Lieutenant Holly-Dudley," she explained,
"Molly Holly was my grandmother,"

    "Right. Of course," Stephanie replied, trying to put on a brave face in an attempt to hide the lonlieness that suddenly crawled into her heart.

    "It's so good to meet you, Commander! My grandmother spoke very highly of you when I was a child. It was her stories that made me want to join WrestleFleet!"

    "Your grandmother," Stephanie began hopefully, "Would I be able to see her?"

    "I'm sorry, Commander," Lieutenant Holly-Dudley replied quietly, "But she passed on ten years ago. She was the second-last remaining crewmember of the original Titanprize,"

    "Original Titanprize?" Stephanie asked.

    "Oh yes. There have been four Titanprizes since then, including one that is still active. My father, Spike Holly-Dudley Jr., is the Captain," Holly-Dudley replied, "But I'm sure the Admiral will bring you up-to-date on everything. I'm simply calling to inform you that he's on his way. He should be rendezvousing with your ship in two days,"

    "Thank you, Lieutenant Holly-Dudley," Stephanie replied, "You may return to your duties now,"

    "May I just say again that it is an honour to speak to you, Commander McMahon. It really is!"

    Stephanie smiled at the enthusiastic Lieutenant, "Thank you again, Holly-Dudley,"
Holly-Dudley smiled back, then saluted Stephanie politely and disappeared off the screen. Stephanie's smile quickly disappeared, "I think I need another drink," she replied. David nodded and lead her back to the mess hall.

    Stephanie lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, studying the bare pipes over her head as she tried to make sense of the last two days. She learned enough to know that everyone was dead. Mom, Dad. Those stupid Aerialians. And Lt. Commander Jericho... she had no idea what had even happened to him. She rolled on her side as she felt the tears coming again. Crying seemed to be all she had been doing since arriving on the salvage ship.

    "Commander McMahon," David's voice came from the other side of her door. Stephanie didn't answer. What was the point? "Commander?" he repeated. Still nothing. "Stephanie?"

    "What?" Stephanie snapped.

    "Had me worried for a moment," David replied with a chuckle, "Anyway, the Admiral is here from WrestleFleet headquarters,"

    "So?" Stephanie replied, not really caring anymore.

    "So... he is the last remaining crewmember of the WWF Titanprize,"

    Stephanie let out a harsh laugh, "Which one?" she asked.

    The door to her quarters slid open, and a familiar voice spoke.

    "The first one, Commander..."

    Stephanie shot up on her bed to see the Y2J Unit standing in her doorway. Did he actually look older? If she didn't know better, she'd say he had aged.

    "Chris?!" she gasped. Someone was still alive! Someone she KNEW! Stephanie jumped up and threw her arms around him, grateful to see a familiar face, "They're all gone!" She sobbed into his shoulder, "Mom and Dad. And Jeff, Lita, and Matt. All of them! I felt so alone! I couldn't bear it!"

    Jericho returned the embrace. It had been so long! Maybe now he could finally tell her--

    Stephanie quickly took a step back before Jericho could finish his thought. She wiped her eyes, smiling, "Sorry. I was just so happy---" she stopped and looked at him, noticing the uniform, "Admiral?" she replied, "You actually made it to ADMIRAL? God, I'm surprised they haven't fired you yet!"

    "No, Commander, they haven't," Jericho replied, then looked towards David, "Thank you, Captain Henal. I need to speak to her alone now though,"

    "No problem," David replied, then headed out, the doors swooshing shut behind him.

    Stephanie furrowed her brow as she sat back on her bed, "Last time I saw you, you were acting like a complete ass.. but now... you're acting like... a machine!" she shook her head, "What happened to you?"

    "There is much you need to know," Admiral Jericho spoke, his voice unemotional as he sat on the bed beside her, "Your mission into the wormhole was a failure, as you may have noticed," Jericho began, "You went through, but never returned. We realized too late that it was, in fact, a temporal distortion, not a way home as Captain McMahon had thought it to be. Unfortunately, when the distortion swallowed you, so to speak, it sent a shockwave throughout the sector. The warpcore destabalized, and we took on many casualties in Engineering," he paused, "Including Lita, Jeff, and Matt."

    Stephanie's face paled as she put a hand to her mouth, "God... that's how they died?"

    Jericho nodded, and continued, "Eventually, I was able to get the warpcore stabilized again, and we continued our journey, but not before many crewmen grew ill from radiation posioning," he explained, "After losing you, your father was not the same. He believed he not only sent you to your death, but sent the engineering crew as well. Things began to fall apart shortly after. He began to rule with an iron fist, commanding the officers under his charge to continue their explorations instead of trying to find a way home,"

    The Y2J Unit took a moment to allow Stephanie to let the information sink in, "Ten years later, your father gave up control of the Titanprize, citing it wasn't worth it anymore. Without you, he had given up on the ship. On everything. Eventually, he gave up on living. Shane took over the Titanprize after your father stepped down. The Nytrons, lead by Diamond Dallas Page, mutinied against Shane. Without you or your father to help defend the ship, Page ran the Titanprize like a worker ship. Everyone suffered under his reign. He would punish those who dared challenge his authority. As time went on, we decided to take the ship back. Lead by Molly, Spike, and their then teenage son, Spike Holly-Dudley Jr., the WrestleFleet officers defeated the Nytrons. The Titanprize was once again a WrestleFleet ship, but many had been lost in the battle, including your father and Shane,"

    Jericho checked to see that Stephanie was still listening. She was, though with obvious difficulty, "20 years ago, WrestleFleet finally found the original Titanprize. It was derelict in space as our warp core had run out of energy some time prior to our rescue due to continuous attacks and general wear and tear. The ship was only running on a jobber crew, Captained by myself and my second in command, Spike Jr., his wife, and parents. Few of our original crewmembers remained as many of our people had settled on Class M planets during our explorations, having grown tired of Space Travel and losing all hope of ever returning to Federation space. As you know, WrestleFleet created other Titanprizes in our absence, having thought us lost forever,"

    Stephanie let it all sink in, afraid to speak. But she had to ask, "And what happened to you? You're so---" she couldn't find the words.

    "Shortly after your disappearance and the deaths of the Hardys and Lita, Captain McMahon commanded me to create a firewall to block my emotions. He claimed I had become...irrational. My behaviour was unbecoming of a WrestleFleet officer," Jericho explained, "The firewall has stayed in place since then,"

    Stephanie could feel the tears burning again, "You weren't allowed to mourn." she said, "Daddy didn't let you mourn!" her voice became a whisper, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,"

    "In your absence, I became Chief Engineer prior to becoming Captain, and it was better that I had a clear head," Jericho explained, "With the hard times that had come upon us, I was needed to think clearly and follow my Captain's orders, instead of challenging him when he decided not to find a way home,"

    "Damnit!" Stephanie hit the mattress with a small fist, "You SHOULD have challenged him! He SHOULD have tried to find a way home! If he had, maybe..." she shook her head, "Maybe the crew could have seen their home planets one more time!" Stephanie wiped her tears, then looked up at the Y2J Unit,  "Can you... unblock your emotions?" she pleaded, "I need a friend right now..."

    "It might be difficult," Jericho replied, "I have not allowed myself to feel anything for 75 years," he explained, "I do not know how I will react to you if I unblock them,"

    "Try it. See what happens..." Stephanie said. The Y2J Unit closed his eyes for a moment, and Stephanie could see movement behind the lids. He furrowed his brow, and concentrated. "Chris?"

    The Y2J Unit slowly opened his eyes, and stared at her, "Yes, Skankanie?" Stephanie smiled. Jericho suddenly took her in his arms, holding her tightly, "Steph... I--" he paused, then spoke again, "I missed you,." he said. It was the truth, "Even though you're still a dirty, filthy, disgusting, brutal, bottom-feeding trashbag ho,"

    Stephanie rested her head against his shoulder, letting her tears flow once more.

WWF TITANPRIZE - COMMANDER STEPHANIE McMAHON'S QUARTERS

    Stephanie shot up in bed, her mind a blur.

    "Wha... huh?"

    "Commander, your shuttle is waiting! I suggest you get off your lazy ass and actually do your DUTY!" An angry voice snapped through the comm.

    Stephanie shook the cobwebs out, and spoke, "Your unacceptable behaviour towards a superior officer will be written up and reported to WrestleFleet, Lt. Commander Jericho!"

    "Am I supposed to give a damn what WrestleFleet thinks of me? Or better yet, what a dirty, filthy, disgusting, brutal, bottomfeeding--" Stephanie slammed a hand down on the comm beside her bed, cutting off the Y2J Unit before he could finish his insult. She turned to look at the date on her clock. Stardate 070620.01.

    Stephanie was to take readings from the anomoly that had appeared near the WWF Titanprize.

    Wait...

    Stephanie flicked on the comm again, "Stephanie to Daddy,"

    "Yes, honey?" Came Captain McMahon's reply.

    "The mission you wanted me to go on... I... I can't do it. We have to get out of here! It's not a wormhole, it's a temporal distortion!"

    "Are you sure of that, honey?"

    "Yes. Upon futher study, I have assessed that it is dangerous. We have to get away from it and find another way to get home,"

    "What tests have you run?" McMahon asked.

    "Just trust me, daddy! PLEASE!" Stephanie replied, "Call it Engineer's intuition or something... but I can't go in there, and you are not to send anyone else in there either..." she paused, "Well, except maybe Lt. Commander Jericho. He can go straight to hell for all I care!"

    "Stephie!" McMahon gasped.

    "Sorry, daddy. But he's been especially insubordinate as of late. I have to write him up and report him,"

    There was a pause from her father, then he spoke again, "Give the report to me first, honey, ok?"

    "Sure thing, daddy. But... why?" Stephanie asked.

    "Because... I would like to screen everything that goes to WrestleFleet headquarters,"

    Daddy had never asked to screen her reports before, but she guessed there was a reason for it, "Understood. Stephanie out," With that, Stephanie got to her feet, dressed, and headed to Engineering.

    She passed a window on the way, and looked out. It wasn't WrestleFleet territory, but it was home... for now.  Stephanie had no doubt that daddy would indeed find a way to get his ship back to it's proper home -- Federation space -- before everyone was too old to enjoy it.

    Dr. Taker watched Stephanie as she headed down the corridors, a thin smile on his pale lips.

    At least that was one more catastrophe averted.