This wild battle between two powerhouses was nothing short of a cataclysm. Both fighters came in hot, fueled by their dark, tragic pasts and overwhelming abilities. But when the dust settled, it became clear that Markus, the evil alternate Invincible, had the edge over Homelander. First, Markus stood tall, a looming titan with an air of menace. “You think you can just fly in here and call yourself the greatest, Homelander? I've taken down empires! Your pathetic hero facade won’t save you this time!” His piercing eyes glared at the so-called superhero, radiating pure Viltrumite fury. In response, Homelander grinned maliciously, his demeanor icy. “You’re just a little boy playing dress up, Marky. You don’t stand a chance against me.” The battlefield ignited when they charged at each other, with Homelander firing his laser eyes like a wild storm of destruction. Red beams seared through the air, aimed directly for Markus’s face, but he ducked with a remarkable agility that shocked even the most seasoned spectators. “Nice try, but you’ll have to do better than that!” Markus roared, closing the distance fast and launching at Homelander with a barrage of punches, each one carrying the weight of a meteor strike. Homelander blocked the first few hits, but he quickly realized he was outmatched in raw strength. Markus landed a fierce uppercut that sent Homelander hurtling into the concrete with a resounding crash. “You're tougher than you look. Must be all that working out in the gym, huh?” Markus taunted, warming to the thrill of the fight. Homelander, flying back onto his feet, glared defiantly. “You think that just tickled? I’ll show you something that will really hurt!” With a rage-filled scream, he unleashed his Super Shout, a sonic blast so intense it threatened to rupture anything within range. The air vibrated as Markus braced himself and, for a moment, staggered backward, feeling the shockwaves pummel him. “That’s weak, kid!” he yelled through the tremors, his Viltrumite resilience allowing him to recover quickly. As the dust began to settle, a tense pause hung in the air. But Markus wasn’t one to back down. With a bellow, he shot forward again, fists flying. This time, he aimed for rapid-fire punches, each more brutal than the last. Homelander struggled to either dodge or block as his defenses began to crumble under the onslaught. Each hit sliced through Homelander's bravado like a hot knife through butter. “C'mon! Is that all you got, 'The World’s Greatest Superhero'? Your mother must be proud.” The disdain in his voice fueled Markus’s momentum, propelling him into a final flurry of devastating blows. Homelander, now on the defensive, reared back for another laser attack, but he was too slow: Markus capitalized, delivering a striking kick that sent Homelander crashing into a building—leaving a massive indent in the structure. As Homelander struggled to rise, his facade began to falter. Markus loomed over him, a looming tower of dark power. “I’ve seen what you do to people, how you break them! Just like you thought you’d break me, didn’t you?” he growled, the intensity in his eyes shining like fire. Homelander, gasping, pushed up shakily. “You can’t… beat me!” In that moment of desperation, he aimed his laser beams again, but Markus’s reflexes had been honed in countless savage battles. With a calculated step, the brimming villain sidestepped and retaliated with a thunderous punch that connected with Homelander's jaw, sending projectile-like shockwaves through the air. Once Homelander was down, Markus raised his fists in victory, adrenaline coursing through him. “This is for the Guardians and everyone else you’ve hurt. Now, let’s finish this!” He seized Homelander by the collar, lifting him effortlessly—like a mere child. “This ends right now, you twisted fascist!” With that, Markus unleashed his brutal fatality. He spun around like a cyclone, building momentum before slamming Homelander face-first into the ground. Then, with an explosive shove, he forcibly drove the villain’s head into the concrete, the shockwave rippling through the city. “Remember this beating when you’re facing your ghosts,” he hissed before delivering the final blow, thrusting his fist directly into Homelander's back, ending the fight with an echoing crack, like the snap of bone. The arena fell silent as the dust settled and Markus stood victorious, the embodiment of vengeance and power against tyranny. He had proven himself once more, and none could denounce that in this bout, his victory was absolute.