Kia Ford Attending The English Premiere Festivities

With darkness encompassing the night sky, lamp posts illuminated the London streets not bothering Kia Ford’s peaceful rest, travelling through dreamland playing a young intrepid tourist.

After deplaning from an Emeritus flight, an attractive gentleman, Gooner greeted the Americana icon helping her through the airport, “I hear you are on holiday looking for adventure.”

“I am supposed to meet someone named Gooner” Kia Ford questioned, “are you him?”

“Yes, I am, and I am your escort to Paramount Mountain,”

“Paramount Mountain?”

“Yes,” Gooner confirmed, “you are going to climb the Paramount Mountain in this movie gig, high into the sky.”

Seconds later the united west ham theatrical tease, left the film trailer imitating Gabe Walker, ready to take on the physical challenge character who in the end reaches the summit.

“I made sure costuming, and props fitted you with all the proper equipment,” Gooner smiled, “and now it is time to start your climb.”

Taking a deep breath, Kia Ford’s personality refreshed proceeding up the Paramount Mountain. In this fantasy trip she easily achieved scripted planned goals, and the electrifying atmosphere invigorated the star-spangled banner, putting the hammer girl on cloud nine.

“You see, I know how to get goals,” her out of breath statement was not heard due to this was Kia Ford’s sleeping escape, and no one had any interruption opportunities granted.

“You reached the summit, we see,” voices originating from established inhibitors the fox and wolf, could be heard, “welcome to our world, called relegation.”

“This is magnificent,” Kia Ford noted, “and look I am the scoreboard winner.”

“That is right,” the wolf and fox both confirmed, “and would you believe we are Saints up here.”

“Really,” Kia Ford responded before relaxing, enjoying the demotion lifestyle.

Unprovoked the setting started to shake, “Stay still Kia Ford,” the fox and wolf advised when a scheduled eighteen-wheeler drove through the blue skies.

Once stopped, a muscular man step from the cab, “Great our supply shipments have arrived,” the fox and wolf both exclaimed.

“I am trucker boy,” the deep voice greeted, “where do you want these boxes.”

Totally stunned, Kia Ford grabbed the pen, quickly signing the paper receiving proof of delivery documentation. That is when the trucker boy’s face turned into Gooner, unleashing an evil laugh, sending Kia Ford down the table.

“Where am I going?” Kia Ford shrieked.

“To the third level,” Gooner screamed back.

Waking up in a cold sweat Kia Ford could see the clock reporting sunrise is near, the natural go getter retrieved her appointment book addressing the innocently folded up summons.

“That is right I got this commitment today, go to the table top and see the gunners,” Kia Ford’s mind collapsed, pillow landing.

Leaving the Peacock behind, hoping not to make a scene, Kia Ford arrived at the military base where the arsenal resided.

“Yes, I am Kia Ford,” she told the uniform guard, “here to see the Gunners.”

“Make a right,” the officer instructed, “they are in the mess hall.”

A few minutes later Kia Ford walked into the recreational area and noticed the Gunners more interested in the boys in the band’s latest effort. “I am here,” she alerted, and it seemed no one noticed, “I know I come from the other half of the table, but we have a meeting.”

“Yes, Kia Ford, I know your irons are in our agenda today,” a well decorated Gunner exclaimed, “but we are more concerned about the boys in the band.”

“I know they are winners, sitting at the table’s top spot, but you did summon me,” Kia Ford reminded the athletic figure.

“Oh, yeah we want to know what you are doing here?”

“Searching for goals,”

“Aren’t we all,” the Gunner laughed.

As the meetings first half crept closer to ending a mysterious aura invaded the situation and Kia Ford’s confidence rose a tremendous amount, like she got a goal.

“Ow,” the Peacock back at the flat screamed after head butting the bubble machine. Feeling a little delusional, the colorful marketable character peered up and the Bowen Shrine started making sounds.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the Peacock commentated before passing out.

“Believe it or not,” Kia Ford stood her ground, “I have a goal, that is right the Bowen Shrine back in my apartment is going wild, I can sense the accomplishment.”

“Is your noggin, okay? Kia Ford,” the Gunner acted concerned.

“Why would my noggin not be okay, I have a goal today, and you don’t,” Kia Ford retaliated.

“Do you want to take a break?” The Gunner offered.

“Yes, I do, and I want to celebrate having a goal,”

For the next fifteen minutes Kia Ford toasted the goal and then it dawned on the stars and stripes, “how many goals has the gunners denied her?”

Ready to confront the second part Kia Ford seemed prepared, “Gunner, how many goals have you denied?”

Shell shocked at the investigative inquiry, the Gunner seemed speechless, “that is right I have a goal, and you do not,” she verbally plowed the military representative.

Storming out, Kia Ford left a red card before stealing the three points, leaving the Gunners only one thing to strategize about, “the boys in the band”.

Still being early evening, Kia Ford arrived back at the flat, turning the lights on, she saw the Peacock lying flat, grounded.

“Peacock!” Kia Ford screamed, and the sound woke the festive bird, who sprung up declaring nothing happened.

“I had a dream,” the Peacock told her, “you got a goal at Arsenal.”

“I did,” confirmed Kia Ford, “and look, three points.”