Soon, Trax would be hit in the head by a... belt?! Attached to it is an angry black man!

"BOY! You best be lookin' at me when I'm whoopin' yo ass or else you'll wish we was on a gotdamn plantation in the old days and a slave massa was whoopin' yo ass instead of me!"

In the distraction, before the ref is milliseconds from counting the three, Oswald would kick out, then slides away as the angry middle-aged black man continues to beat Trax with the belt

"This is why I left yo mama! Bitch had no got damn respect! None! And she couldn't suck dick good!"

In the confusion on if the man was actually his father, Oswald rose to his feet

"Brother Johnson!"

He holds out his arms, puts his head back

"I knew you'd come!"

Soon Trax would meet a huge knee smacking straight into the side of his jaw, causing a loud crack to be heard.

"Thank you for your help, Brother Samuels."

He then looks ahead as if looking into a camera then grins, like a normal person as if there was a joke everyone should know and laugh about, even though it would only be a joke a select few would understand

"No, that was not your father, Brother Johnson. It was an actor I had paid prior, thanks to the vision bestowed upon me, hours in advance of your attempt. He was hiding outside of plain sight."

He would lift Trax up onto his feet before placing his head between his legs, would then hoist him up into position on his shoulders

"Prepare to be DELETED!"

He popped Trax up into the air, and what followed is a massively spiked The DELETION! upon Trax, slamming him head first into the ground, splitting his head open, which would need several staples when rushed into the E.R.

"You now join the ranks, Brother Johnson, of those that are OBSOLETE! Ahhhhohhhhhh, yyessss!"