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For those unfamiliar with Invincible or Hazbin Hotel, here are some clips to familiarize you with each character:

Angstrom Levy glared darkly as the Evil Invincibles announced their decision to turn on him. No matter, he thought to himself, he’ll just banish the fools to that Wasteland Universe and deal with Mark himself! Levy flexed his fingers, starting to open his portals- ************************************ “And I was so sure they wouldn’t turn on me until much- what the fuck?” To Angstrom Levy’s bewilderment, he found he was no longer floating in the sky, facing down the turncoat Mark Variants, but instead slumped in a chair in what looked to be a hotel lobby. Did he accidentally teleport himself here? “Oh good, you’re awake! Perfect timing!” From hallway came a remarkable tall, slim woman with blonde hair and ivory skin. She wore a red tuxedo-jacket with darker red lapels and a small white tag located on the left side. She wore this over an untucked, long-sleeved, high-collared white dress-shirt that has two black buttons and dark red cuffs, worn with black suspenders and a small black bowtie. “Angstrom Levy was it? I did some research on you while you were out of it, but only so that I can work out the best way to help you out,” the young woman held out her hand to shake. “My name is Charlie Morningstar, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” “Sorry miss, but I don’t have time for this.” Angstrom Levy held out his hand to create another portal, wanting to get out of whatever universe this was and deal with Mark Grayson and the traitorous Varients as well. But to his shock, no portal emerged from his outstretched hand. “I just want you to know, that we are going to do everything we can to help rehabilitate you,” Charlie explained, seemingly unbothered at Levy thrusting out his hand and grunting like he’s constipated. “This is a place of second chances Mr. Levy, no matter what crimes you committed or what your sins were before you arrived, I believe that every soul deserves a chance at redemption. And I promise to never judge you for your past, only help you find a better future.” “What the hell did you do to me? Why can’t I use my powers?” Angstrom suddenly demanded. “I didn’t do anything? The powers you had on Earth don’t always work when you- wait didn’t Alastor tell you where you were?” Charlie asked confusingly. “Hard to explain anything to an unconscious man my dear Charlie,” a dapperly dressed man, wearing dark red all over, appeared from the shadows, his sharp smile unnerving Angstrom. “Given how suddenly this disfigured fellow meet his end, he likely hasn’t realized what happened to him yet.” “Alastor! I told you to only recruit people who genuinely wanted to be redeemed!” Charlie admonished the grinning man. “You told me not to force someone to come against their will my dear. I don’t recall hearing our sleepy friend say no one time,” Alastor pointed out the loophole. “Would you two stop talking like I’m not here! Tell me where I am and how I got here! Now!” A very frustrated Angstrom Levy shouted at the other two. “(Sighs) I am so sorry to tell you this Mr. Levy, but you died. And this is afterlife,” Charlie sadly told him. “I- I died? No that’s not possible! I was just on Earth! About to deal with those idiot Varients-“ “And then a great big mass of muscles from outer space plowed into you at 800,000 miles an hour, splattering you to chunks before you could even comprehend what was happening,” Alastor cheerfully explained. “No. NO! You’re lying! Both of you are!” Angstrom accused them. “I am not lying Mr. Levy, I promise you I’m not,” Charlie tried to reason with him. “You’re with him aren’t you! Invincible put you up to this sick mind game didn’t he?!” Angstrom Levy’s hysteria was growing by the minute. “What? No of course not-“ Charlie was cut off by Angstrom roughly grabbing her arm. “What is this? An illusion? A virtual reality? Tell me!” The crazied man shouted. “You’re hurting me,” Charlie tried vainly to pull her arm from his grip. “I will kill everyone and everything you have ever loved unless you tell me-“ A sudden blow to his stomach knocked the grotesque man on his back. Before he could react, he felt a sharp object pressed against his jugular, and looked up to see one pink and ivory eye glaring down at him. “Don’t ever touch her again you son-of-a-bitch!” Vaggie the fallen angel growled out at him. “Vaggie stop!” Charlie quickly pulled her girlfriend off the man. “It’s okay! I’m alright, I really am!” “Charlie you cannot seriously be considering taking him in! Tell me you’re not seriously thinking that!” Vaggie demanded from her. “Vaggie this is literally why I created the Hazbin Hotel! To help wayward Sinners change their ways!” Charlie reminded the spear wielding former Exorcist. “He’s not some drugged up sex addict or some eccentric old timey dickhead! He’s fucking evil Charlie! And he’s dangerous!” Vaggie let her feelings on the issue be known. “And before that he was just a normal man who lost everything he loved! Including his family!” Charlie argued back. “My family…?” Angstrom Levy spoke more softly than he had before, slowly rising from the floor. “My wife. My little boy. Are- are they here? If this is really the afterlife, then they must be here too right? You have to let me see them!” “And what makes you think they’d want anything to do with you now?” Vaggie bitterly asked. “Vaggie enough.” Charlie sent Vaggie a warning look before turning to address Angstrom. “Mr. Levy, your wife and son’s souls are in Heaven now. And you are in, well…” “You’re in Hell my good man! With all the other psychopathic, mass murdering, wretches that have ever existed. So sorry if that comes as a shock to you,” Alastor tactlessly explained. “Are you- are you saying that I will never see them again? Even in death?” Angstrom Levy’s spirit nearly broke at the thought. “No Angstrom I’m not. In fact I know that you still have a chance to see them again,” Charlie Morningstar spoke with determination. “Oh Charlie, your misplaced belief that a Sinner can be forgiven for their numerous evil acts never ceases to amuse me,” Alastor cackled in amusement. “Call it whatever you want Alastor, but I know I can’t be wrong about this. So Mr. Levy, with your permission I would like to try to redeem you. And by doing that I hope that your soul will be forgiven and you can be with your family again. What do you say?” Charlie offered the deformed supervillain. “….And what exactly would I have to do to be redeemed?” Angstrom cautiously asked. “Well, from what I have read in your files, most of your destruction behavior seems to be centered on someone named Mark Grayson?” Charlie brought up. “Mark Grayson? RAAAAARRRGGHHHH!!!! HE’S A MURDERER! HE DESTROYED EVERYTHING! HE KILLED EVERYONE! HE DESERVES TO DIE FOR WHAT HE DID!!!!” Angstrom Levy roared. “……Riiiiiiiight. Yeah, um, I’m not saying your feelings aren’t valid or that I don’t respect your ability to have an opinion, but maybe, just maybe, you could acknowledge that the Mark Grayson that you tried to kill, repeatedly, didn’t actually do anything to you personally?” Charlie tried to explain diplomatically. “SO WHAT? DO YOU HAVE IDEA HOW MANY VARIANTS OF HIM HAVE PRETENDED TO BE A HERO AND THEN DESTROYED MY WORLD? MY FAMILY? THEY’RE ALL MONSTERS! ALL OF THEM!” Angstrom Levy bellowed out. “So you willingly teamed up with all the worst versions of him, and focused all of your energy on trying to kill the only one who hasn’t turned evil yet? Yeah, that makes perfect sense,” Vaggie sarcastically quipped. “Angstrom this hatred you have towards Mark has harmed not just you, but so many other innocent people. It’s turned you into something that you’re not,” Charlie again tried to reason with him. “AND WHO ARE YOU TO SPEAK OF THINGS YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT?! WHO ARE YOU TO LECTURE ME ABOUT INVINCIBLE?” “I’M THE PRINCESS OF HELL ASSHOLE! AND YOUR ONLY CHANCE OF SAL-FUCKING-VATION!” Angstrom Levy took a step backwards in shock and fear, the Princess of Hell’s new demonic form startling him. Charlie growled in rage, but then took a deep breath, returned to her regular form and spoke to Angstrom softly again. “Mr. Levy, I am going to do everything I can to try to redeem you, just like I will do to every Sinner that enters my hotel. But one day you’re gonna have to decide what is more important to you: your revenge against Invincible, or the chance to be with your family again.” ************************************ So this match takes place in the same continuity as my Conquest vs The Evil Invincibles match: after Angstrom was blindsided by Conquest he woke up in Hell and became the newest guest to Charlie Morningstar’s Hazbin Hotel. So instead of a standard fight, Charlie is gonna try to rehabilitate Angstrom Levy, whose now without his powers, with the added incentive that this will be Levy’s one chance to reunite with his family in Heaven. The main problem though being Angstrom’s inability to let go of his hatred of Mark/Invincible. Basically vote for Charlie if you think she can successfully redeem Angstrom Levy’s soul or vote for Angstrom Levy if you think he’s beyond a chance at redemption.

This takes place in a city while Trevor might need enough prep for that.

Hope you all enjoy

"We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to make you aware of an important issue that is affecting many around the world today. Hi, my name is Boratz and I want to present a program to you that was prepared by many individuals that you may remember from your childhoods. A few of you may remember that years ago, the Cartoon All-Stars gathered for the single purpose of helping a young man during a time of drug and alcohol abuse. The struggles that he faced were too much for one person the bare, and that is when the Cartoon All-Stars came to bring a sense of relief. The presentation that I want to show you is not about the dangers of alcohol or drug abuse, but something else entirely. Peace, hope, imagination, and child-like wonder are being threatened with each passing day. The rights to opinions and freedoms are being threatened. Ou......" "AHAHAHA! Give it a rest, you little sanctimonious bitch! AHAHAHA!" "I am sorry, I think we might be getting some interference. Please stand by while we take this opportunity to try and address the issue." "There is no interference. This is my prime-time hour, bitch!" "Wait, who said that? Who is there?" "You are not in some shitty Saturday morning cartoon special! AHAHAHA! You are stuck with me!" "Who... Who are you?!" "You are in my world now, bitch! I am your host and your nightmare! Come to Freddy!" "We are not afraid of you! Michael and Corey are not afraid of you!" "AHAHAHAHA! The only thing to fear, is me! Freddy is here, and I got so much to do! Growing up is a bitch, and then you all die!" The television screen in the living room started to flicker before it went completely dark. Michael started to shiver as a cold chill ran down his spine while his heart raced. He pushed himself up from his recliner and slowly made his way toward that television screen that was sitting on top of his parents' media stand. Kneeling to the control box on the television, Michael started pushing the knobs in hopes that he could find another channel. Every channel that he found was of the same grizzly image of that nightmarish creature with burnt skin. In a final effort to be rid of that badly burnt maniac, Michael tried turning off the television completely. Once the screen turned black and he could see his reflect, Michael closed his eyes and let out a steady sigh of relief. His heartbeat started to slow as he started a breathing exercise that he was taught in a recent therapy session. Opening his eyes, he looked back at that dark screen on the television set. With only a split second, Michael jumped back as quickly as he could. Within the dark screen, he saw a clawed hand coming straight at him. The blades busted through the screen and shards of the television screen fell around the young teenager. He started panting as his heart started beating even faster than before. His skin was cold, but lines of sweat ran down his head. He then watched as that burnt figure climbed out of his parents' television set and stood up tall in his living room. Michael's eyes were wide as he looked upon the nightmarish creature that had come out of his screen. The young teenager was at a loss for words as he was overcome by fear. With what strength he could muster, the teenager started pushing himself away from the burnt monster that was before him. Breathing heavily and panting, the teenager turned back to see if he could find something to help him escape the terrifying creature. All the while, he could hear the burnt man laughing. "What is the matter, champ? Cat got your tongue!" Freddy mocked while reaching into his tattered dark pants. The burnt figured pulled something out and threw it down at the young teenager. Michael let out a gasp as he looked over a bloodied tongue landing next to his side. The young teenager closed his eyes tight before letting out a blood-curdling scream. Instantly, Michael felt a couple hands grabbing onto his arms. He kicked and he screamed while struggling to break free from the tight grips. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and saw his parents trying to calm him down. Michael was able to stand up and stumbled back against a wall. A cold sweat came over him as he started breathing heavily. His mom and dad looked on with worried looks as they tried to steadily approach their young son. "What is it, Michael? Are you okay?" His dad asked while putting out his hand. "One moment, you fell asleep on the couch then the next moment, you were screaming." His mom said with a worried tone. "It..." Michael paused before thinking over what all had transpired. "It was just a nightmare." "You had us worried, champ." His dad replied. Hearing those words, Michael shot a questionable look at his dad. "Wh... What did you say?" "You had us worried." His mom interjected while gently grabbing Michael's shoulder. "No... No... What did you call me?" Michael asked while looking at his dad. "Champ... I've called you that since.... Well, since before you could crawl." His dad said with a dumbfounded expression. "It is probably nothing." Michael said while shaking his head. "I may just need a glass of water." "Sure, I will go get it for you." His dad said before heading to the kitchen. Michael's mom smiled while looking at him with those warm maternal eyes that brought him comfort when he was younger. "We are so proud of how far you have come." She said while gently rubbing his shoulder. "I know that this move has not been easy, but you are stronger than you realize." Michael patted his mom's hand before turning to look out the window. Looking over the neighbor's houses, his gaze moved toward the street sign on the corner of the road. He saw the name Elm Street before hearing his dad approaching with the glass of water. Michael reached back for the glass of water and took a sip. He closed his eyes while taking a few calming breaths. "One, two, Freddy's coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, grab your crucifix. Seven, eight, gonna stay up late. Nine, ten, never sleep again..." Michael's younger sister, Corey sang while playing with a stuffed animal of Winnie the Pooh. Michael's eyes shot open as they slowly turned toward Corey. "Where did you hear that?" Michael asked suspiciously. "What?" Corey asked while turning to look at her brother. "Where did you hear that song?" Michael asked while started to feel that same sense of dread come over him once again. "I... I don't know... I think I heard it from some kids." "WHERE?" Michael yelled. "HEY! Hey, maybe it is time you head to bed, champ!" Michael's dad said with a commanding voice. "Yeah, you have had a long day." Michael's mom added. "Are you sure you do not need one of us to stay home tonight?" Michael shook his head and reassured both of his parents that he was alright. Despite being worried about their son, Michael and Corey's parents had to leave for work as they were covering the night shifts at their jobs. After making sure that both of their children were alright, the parents left them behind under Michael's watch. After putting his sister to bed, Michael headed to his bedroom. Once he walked inside, he sauntered over toward his bed. Before sitting down on his bed, the young teenager started glancing around at several items that were sprawled throughout the room. Sitting on his nightstand, he saw a comic book of the Smurfs. Michael reached over for that comic and looked down at the artwork paint on the cover. Taking a deep breath and letting out a steady sigh, the young teenager gazed over the image of Papa Smurf. "I need you... I need you, Papa Smurf..." Michael said while pressing the comic against his chest. He then looked over the other items in the room. Looking over at an image of Alf in a picture frame and Garfield in a lamp, Michael started feeling at ease. He stood up from his bed to look over the image of Alvin and the Chipmunks on a records sleep and Kermit the Frog on an alarm clock next to that Smurf's comic book. An action figure of Michelangelo and Peter Venkman from the Real Ghostbusters sat on his bed. Michael nodded before rubbing his hands against his face. "I need all of you, guys! I need your help like you helped me before." Suddenly, Papa Smurf emerged from the pages of that comic book that sat on his nightstand. He, along with several other Smurfs jumped down onto Michael's bed. "We never left your side, laddy." Papa Smurf said with assurance. "So, what's up, doc? What seems to be the issue?" Bugs Bunny asked while leaning against the closet door. "There's something..." Michael paused while thinking about the monster that was after him in his nightmares. "There is something after me! In my nightmares!" "Who is that?" Alf asked while reaching over to push Garfield to wake up. "He said his name is Freddy... Freddy Krueger." Michael replied as he started to shiver. The Cartoon All-Stars gasped as they looked up in shock. "Oh, brother." Winnie the Pooh said with worry. "He is going to call down a heffalump!" "Don't none of you get to worryin'!" Baloo from Talespin said with a large grin. "We will take care of you, champ!" The large bear said while throwing his paw around Michael. "I think he is after Corey, too." Michael said with a panic. "We will take care of her too, little man! We are lean, we are not all green, but we are mean!" Michelangelo exclaimed. "Yeah, we will wait right here in this nice and cozy bed." Peter Venkman said while laying back in Michael's bed. Looking down at the sleeping Ghostbuster, Garfield jumped down on top of Peter's stomach. Peter let out a grunt while looking at the large, orange cat. "Hey, what is the big idea?" Peter asked. "You sound familiar..." Garfield replied before curling up against Michael's pillow. "You must hate Mondays, too!" Before Peter could respond; Papa Smurf, Mickey Mouse, and Alf stood before the Cartoon-All Stars. "We don't have long; we need to find a way to rescue Michael and Corey from this wretched being!" Papa Smurf commanded. "There are more of us here this time than there were before. We need to spread out and make sure that this house is protected!" Alf added. "From what I can gather, this Freddy attacks you in your dreams. We are going to have to get him out of the dream world and get him far away from here." Brainy Smurf said while adjusting his glasses. "Well, if know if half the battle, then we certainly have half of this battle won!" Flint from the G.I. Joes said while crossing his arms over his chest. Michael watched as some of the Cartoon All-Stars started making their way throughout the house. A couple of the other Cartoon All-Stars headed outside of the outside to patrol the neighborhood. While hopeful that the Cartoon All-Stars could protect him and his sister from the evil clutches of Freddy Krueger, Michael hesitantly climbed into his bed. He looked over at Peter Venkman sitting on a chair in the corner of his room. Garfield was perched in his lap while his Proton pack sat quietly next to his chair. Huey, Dewey, and Louie walked around alongside the jacket wearing Baloo. Alvin and the Chipmunks waited outside the room alongside Mickey Mouse. There it was, this house in the middle of the neighborhood. A house that sat off the infamous neighborhood of Elm Street. Early on, I told you that a presentation would be in store that included the Cartoon All-Stars. These All-Stars span from fond childhood memories to countless Saturday adventures. Cartoon All-Stars new and old have banded together once again. The question is, will it be enough? This story is that of what was and is to come from early childhood dreams to the nightmares of adulthood. As you read this, it is up to you to decide if the Cartoon All-Stars can protect young Michael and his sister, Corey from the nightmarish Freddy Krueger. It is up to you to decide if the innocence of childhood heroes can defeat the nightmarish enemies of adulthood.

Three different worlds converge, as Maurice finds himself trapped in the world of Runeterra, now residing on Bilgewater after he failed to return home from under a child's bed. Among the locals, Maurice had found some people after his own heart, fun loving, destructive and utterly chaotic, but some have been a bit...too much...for even a monster such as himself, and as he seeks a way home, he knows that time isn't on his side in this place. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, Miss Fortune, who has just returned to Bilgewater from another successful journey has spotted Maurice from afar, and is perplexed as to what type of being he is. Casually watching his joyous shrieks at the town's revelry, and also noting his reluctance, hesitation and fear, at the idea of fully joining the locals in their exploits, she pegs him as a prankster and a coward. Realizing that Maurice isn't the type that would inhabit this place in spirit, she considers ignoring him, but overhears his inane rambling to the other locals about a "monster world" and of staircases that allow monsters to access any child's bed in the world, Miss Fortune has become intrigued. Portals to other worlds, potentially multiple other worlds, would be a useful asset for her, but is it worth the risk of dealing with Maurice? Weighing her options carefully, Fortune decides to pursue the blue skinned monster, intent on capturing him, and getting him to tell her how to get to the Monster World, and more specifically, how to use the under the bed portals to her advantage, whether Maurice is willing to agree to it or not. Tailing Maurice throughout the city, Miss Fortune only stopped once Maurice did, and only long enough to nestle her revolvers deep into his back. Feeling the tinge of metal at his spine, Maurice attempts to look back at Miss Fortune's waiting gaze, but as soon as he is able to come close to locking eyes with her, a voice calls out to him from a crowd nearby, forcing him to shift his emotions yet again from fear to shock in an instant. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lita was here, dragged far from home, reality and the existence she had once known, and seemingly stripped of a way to return. Desperate for a means of sustaining herself, she has put her talents to use in this world wrestling isn't nearly as well renown as it is in her home. Putting on street shows for the crowds of Bilgewater, Lita hopes to attract enough attention and gather enough money to survive, and maybe find her way home, but this place isn't for her kind. Money is scarce, and the crowds are stingy at best, thieving at worst, and it is taking way more than even a single day to scrape by much less survive. Then she saw the blue monster in the biker jacket, confused at first about what he was and why he was here, Lita wondered for a moment if he was some less common locale of this offbeat world, but as soon as she saw the crowds more and more for herself, she realized that he didn't belong here either. Sympathetic, but more so opportunistic, Lita decided to call out the being, intent on pulverizing him for the crowd, so that at least one of them would escape this place alive, but as soon as she did she noticed the pirate captain's proximity to the man's back, and his even greater reluctance to approach her makeshift ring for a fight. Interpreting it as shyness, and the pirate captain, as a close friend, she readied herself, as the shaking being reluctantly moved into the ring, the pirate captain letting him go on by himself. Sitting among the gathering crowd, Miss Fortune watched as Maurice looked around in all directions, trying to find a way out of his ever worsening situation in this world. Locking eyes with Fortune again, she flashed her holstered gun at him, but stood stood still otherwise, directing a subtle threat to the monster that was well understood. Spotting Lita, he saw her begin warming up and sizing him up, as she began getting ready for a fight, and he knew well enough that it would not be an easy matter to get around someone like that. With the crowd growing by the minute, and many unfriendly eyes, Maurice knew well enough that there was very few ways out this time, but he there was always a way. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- In regards to this match, Maurice wins if he either wins the match against Lita and escapes Miss Fortune by reentering the Monster World, or flees the match with Lita and Miss Fortune and reenters the Monster World that way, Miss Fortune wins if she is able to convince Maurice to take her with him to the Monster World, and use his knowledge of it to show her how to access the staircase portals to her advantage, provided that Maurice either flees his fight with Lita or wins and sticks around, Lita wins if she is able to defeat Maurice and earn enough money to return home, but loses if she either loses somehow, or is still scraping by after winning the match.

Which President would win in a three-way fist fight?

Can Super Soldier and President Superman save the Earth from the Harvester Aliens?

What better way to celebrate the 4th of July with a fight between two teams of Captain Americas.

The aliens emit poisonous gas so wouldn't there be a stalemate?

Yeah, I saw the huge number of bots that invaded the site. Thanks for your hard work of blocking them and deleting their posts. I’m sure that was the last thing you wanted to do when visiting the site. I don’t get how the site hardly gets new members, but it draws in a lot of bots. Not going to lie, but I was disappointed on how the last part ended in a tie. I had to brainstorm as to why neither the Dino Ultrazord nor London had won. I almost didn’t want to write this match. The only reason it's up is out of boredom. Sometimes I wonder if it's time to call it quits on the USJ arc. Lately the USJ matches have been lacking votes, rates, and replies. I can only hope that this match does better and doesn’t end in a tie.

Sorry I didn't get to this a little sooner tonight, Venom. Just had to ban a few dozen bots, and I'm currently deleting their many, many posts. 🙄 Anyway, decent chapter to your Unforeseen Simulation Joint arc, but this is one of your shorter, less detailed ones so far. As for the match, this Orga kaiju's likely gonna wreck this mobile London (much like the Dino Ultrazord should have, voters!), and even faster than the Zord could with his ability to hop from structure to structure and demolish them with his strength and powers.

By the way, here are videos. Ogra: London:

I know this comes way too late, but I only just figured out how to do it. Characters that are not available to draft will no longer be shown during the drafting period, Additionally characters that follow outside of the limit, in this case the total number of uses will also no longer be shown. There is no way for me to get more specific with the prompts so, the additional rules would still be on you guys to follow and for me to catch and send back.

Thanks for helping this Match break 2K views!

Thanks for helping this Match break 1K views!

Maybe they could take down the lesser robots, but as I recall the ringleader Willy Weasel was pretty damn strong; he bisected the cop lady in one swipe and briefly overwhelmed Nic Cage’s character. Not sure if Daniel-San and Kevin make it past him.

Riley probably dies early on cause he’s stupid and he never listens to reason. Huey though, I think he could survive this. His fighting feats tend to fluctuate throughout the show depending on rule of funny, but at his best he could probably take down the discount Five Nights at Freddy robots.

Conquest assumed that Mark cloned himself. I don’t know for certain if the Viltrumite Empire has cloning technology, but considering the Mauler Twins could do it with half the technology and resources I assumed the Viltrums are at least familiar with the concept.

Maybe choose older him but I wonder what of he's the younger self from the film series.

Is this younger Daniel from the movies, or older Daniel from Cobra Kai, @Tyrannoraptor?

Good set-up, Pizza Guy. Pretty good way for Conquest to confront the Alt-Invincibles, but I'm wondering why he doesn't seem surprised to see 8 different Marks around. As for the match, it's pretty likely that Conquest is stronger than any of the Alt-Invincibles, but it's possible that at least a couple of the Invincibles have strength on par with the mainstream Mark's (mainstream Mark faced off against a couple of them in the show, without a definitive victor). Given that, I think Conquest is eventually going to get overwhelmed by the sheer number of Marks and the fact that he likes to toy with his opponents. He's definitely gonna take at least a couple of the Alt-Marks with him, though.