8/26/19

It was a hectic few days for the Invader Zim, smelly humans were constatnly after him since he won the hideious championship of the 24/7. Well the were less hideious and stupid than the ones where he's stationed at, but he had very little peace and quiet to brush up on evil schemes for world domination. When he got home to his base he was nearly ambushed by that short statured adult from the 205 Live brand, luckily his quickwit and sheer luck got him out before he can be pinned.

Zim was lucky that he lab wasn't discovered, but thought it be wise to stay away from there for a time as long as he has his championship.

Right now Zim was climbing along the ceiling with his mechanical spider legs, "Perhaps Zim has underestimated these humans in the wrestling promotion, they seem more competent than the humans I'm used to."

Right as he said that, the pair of R-Truth and Carmella were walking down the hall right underneath him "Mella, I sense it." Truth said while sniffing the air, "My baby, she's close by. I can smell it."

"Don't get your hopes up." Drake Maverick called out as he came into the scene. "If anyone is taking that title from that little green stooge it is gonna be me! I Still haven't consummated my marriage yet!"

"Well, I told you about the fiber thing right?" Truth asked.

Drake groaned in frustration, "Not constipate, there is a huge difference!" he yelled as the three walked away, Zim looked in the scene with an invisible eyebrow raise.

"Mostly more competent." he said before lowering himself down to the floor.

"I GOT PIZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he winced at the high pitch wail from his obviously disguise robot, who came up with a smorgasbord of pizza.

"Gir! Keep your voice down." he then heard several voices yelling as a nearby water glass had it's content rippling, "Thanks a lot Gir!" Zim quickly opened up a nearby crate and hopped in before closing it. Just in time to as a mob of superstars came rushing past the crate he was in.

One of them, EC3, stopped and noticed the little green dog. "Hey uh, have you seen a little green man around here? With a pink suit and loud voice, has the 24/7 championship?"

Gir looked up at the former TNA champion, "He said he ran all the way to Mexico!"

"Thanks for the tip!" EC3 ran off, believing the words of the food obsessed Gir.

"Nice work Gir, throwing the stupid human off my trail." Gir turned to a box.

"Hey, yous sound like my masta!" Gir pointed to the pox.

"I'm INSIDE you mechanical turd! Though there might be a small problem," Zim said as he pushed at the lid, "I may have locked myself. If you can get a crowbar and get me out, I'll...….. ummmmmmm…. get you a year's supply of tacos?"

Gir then ripped off his dog costume as his eyes turned red and he saluted, "Yes master Zim!" his eyes turned blue again before skipping away.

After the robot left two young children came by, one with shiny black hair, a black jacket, blue shirt with a grey face emoji on it, black pants and shoes. The other with pale skin, purple hair in a snake jaw design, black shirt with a skull and white striped sleeves, grey pants, purple shoes, and had her eyes shut as she was playing a on a gameslave.

"I'm telling you Gaz, Zim is around here. And if we can take the 24/7 championship off him, we could save mankind once again." the boy said.

"Remind me again why I should care, Dib." the girl named Gaz requested as she continued playing her game.

Just then Dib heard some pounding and screamed from one of the boxes, he brought an ear to it and heard a familiar voice yelling. He grinned like a mad man as he heard, "HEY! SOMEONE HELP ME! YOUR FUTURE DICTATOR IS TRAPPED!"

Dib cleared his throat before saying in a high pitched voice, "Don't worry, I'll get help." he then turned to Gaz, who was still playiign her game. "Watch the box for me will you sis?"

Gaz ignored him as Dib ran off to get a referee, just then one of the backstage workers came by and hauled the box away with Zim still in it. "Oh no wait, come back." she said in a quiet uncaring voice as she continued her game, without a single once of care as she blasted at vampire pigs.

Soon the crate Zim was in was packed into a plane heading to the next Raw show.

Well that happened, now Zim is trapped in a crate for a week. What's gonna happen to him now? Find out next time.

Also congrats to FOX sportscaster Rob Stone on becoming the first non-WWE personal to win the 24/7 championship, pretty soon I might be the first fanfiction writer to hold the 24/7 championship in real life.

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