Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Wearing a laboratory jacket, stethoscope around the small neck, the Peacock ventured into the kitchen where Kia Ford remained comatose, “I am never getting out of relegation.”

Realizing the united west ham was falling deeper, allowing the demotion demons, one big gulp swallowing opportunity devouring the other side of the pond entrepreneur, ending her English Premiere Estates character’s residency. Not panicking instead, the Peacock thought hard about what accomplishments needed obtained for achieving goals, and this task challenged the promotional networking friendly fowl.

Suddenly, a bulb went off, near the Bowen shrine, and the Peacock remembered, blood related distant cousins survived a paramount mountain climbing expedition. “Maybe they will have some advice on how to deal with the terminal status drop predicament.”

Carefully, approaching the subject matter, sensitively addressing the adversity, “I know you are below your standards, flat trapped,” the Peacock reviewed the case, “and I have a solution.”

Watching Kia Ford’s eyes’ perk the festive sidekick continued, “we are going to see my Peacock cousins who live on Elland Road, they are well aware after studying the gracefully demising issue since they attended a relegation zone sabbatical, returning only a few months ago.”

Minutes passed, and the Peacock retrieved a wheelchair, pushing Kia Ford, all the way towards the clinic. Once safely there, the two proceeded through electronic doors spotting numerous peacocks roaming the area, wearing white coats. “Peacock, they all look like you,”

“Yup, hungry, well versed in climbing underground paramount mountains,”

“Do you think that is where I am going?”

“Kia Ford, only things you will be scaling are champion mountains,” a strange delusional panhandling gold digger declared.

“What did you do?” The Peacock inquired, “get a leed?”

“No, Peacock, I am Beeston and I instigate buzz,”

“Just like Brent Ford,” Kia Ford remarked.

“Dr. Aaronson,” Beeston, quickly let a distraction interrupt.

“You must have a goal,” Kia Ford smiled

“I do, and since I am the son of Aaron giving me mountain strength, Beeston helped me reach the peak,”

“And that was your goal,” the Peacock clarified.

“Yes,” Dr. Aaronson confirmed.

Wheeling down the illuminated hallway, both the Peacock and Kia Ford accepted a rose from another mental health professional, “well, thank you Dr. Rodon,” Beeston interjected. Another hand showed concerned and almost made Kia Ford pack up and take a goal, “Kia Ford getting a goal at this point before consultation is basic offsides.”

“I think it's for Kia Ford,” the Peacock hinted and Beeston transferred the flower.

“Thank you, Dr. Rodon,” the star-spangled talent who had a banner kindly, accepted disappearing, entering Beeston’s marketing office.

“Did you see that?” Beeston took position in his huge chair, “two goals, how do you think we did that so quickly after experiencing relegation?”

Shrugging shoulders, Beeston answered, not missing a beat, “teamwork, we researched what was creating the problems, diagnosed the errors and wha laa, goals.”

“What do you think is preventing our goals?”

“You are too caught up in GP Power, spirit saints and Bowen shrines,” the promoter looking for new excitement, told them.

“What should we do?”

“You heard of Fernandez?” Beeston suggested, “give Matias the ball and maybe he will get goals for you.”

Following the visit Mattias magically appeared, sitting on the stoop, eating a bowl of Chile, prepared by his mother.

“Fernandez,” the Peacock called out, “good to see you.”

“We hear you know how to get goals,” Kia Ford informed still being rolled around.

“Si Senorita, I have a goal, you want to see,”

“Come on inside,” the Peacock answered and the three started planning the future.