Killmonger's One-Shot Collection

Lemonade

Naomi entered the LIVE and set up her phone on her charging pad with the camera angling her small kitchen. Accept it, she typed in the chat after sending a join request. He wasn't new to this, he needed to pay attention instead of staring at himself on screen.

Naomi readjusted her own camera and fixed a blonde strand of her ginger money peice lace wig behind her ear making sure she and her area looked good. Her kitchen wasn't as big like Erik's but she knew how to throw down in it.

Glancing at her screen she saw that he was moving round his kitchen getting his space together same as she was. She had pans ready, fresh cuts of meat, and spices to rival any restaurant's collection.

The knock on her door finally came and she invited in the low-budget camera crew, recognizing a couple of the faces. They had to set up their camera and to ensure that her space was perfectly in the frame.

The comments kept coming, people ready to see a show. They did the work of boosting her. Team Naomi. These were the messages coming up over and over.

Erik had some produce sitting out on his island and was solemnly making a show of sharpening his kitchen knives to the 489 people tuned in.

"We're ready," a crewmember said on her end.

Leaning into the camera briefly, his face cracked into a grin.

"Naomi," he spoke. "Get ready to get ate up in this competition!"

He clanged the knives in challenge and she saw her face on the bottom square of the LIVE, stepping closer.

"I might be nice enough to buy you a kid's meal with my winnings if you play nice," she smiled petulantly.

He stepped back into his space to toss his two menacingly large kitchen knives into the air, catching them easily on their way back down.

"....Weird flex, but okay."

She could play that way. Pulling a paper cup from a cupboard off screen, she turned her back from the camera and tossed the cup casually over her shoulder. It landed upright directly in front of the camera and she spun smoothly to look at Erik's face as she tossed a grape, making the shot. He had the expression that said, not bad.

"Ready yet," she questioned in playful challenge. The comments were coming up fast. She didn't read them, but she saw them popping up along with the stream of floating hearts.

"Y'all know what it is," Erik clapped aiming stubby finger gestures to the camera. "Welcome to Kitchen K.O. where I go go up against a new person every week to see if they have what it takes to beat ya boy in a cook-off. If you ain't know, I'm the king," he paused for imaginary applause. "Heavyweight champ holding it down. Last week I had to show y'all. This week we got fresh meat, introduce yourself."

Naomi couldn't help thinking he was a fuckboy through the entire speech, the way he moved. He kept pointing at the camera, rubbing his hands together, smoothing his hair and rubbing his beard. Meanwhile she had a hand comfortably on her hip.

"407 where y'all at!? I'm Naomi. I been in the kitchen my whole life, I'll cook circles around this man and that's on Bo Peep and ALL her sheep."

"She think she finna take my belt. Love the confidence," he shaded. "BRING MY WHEEL." It was the infamous rainbow wheel with mealtimes and specialty options taped onto it. He spun it and all could see where it landed. "Y'all see it.. This the appetizer faceoff. NAOMI. Name three ingredients you got in ya kitchen."

"I watch this show every week, I came ready for yo lil games," she smirked watching his evil smile grow. "Cantaloupe, Black Olives, and Mustard. You better use them all too!"