Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

With darkness invading the scene, encouraging shorter daylight hours, unpacking, settling into a long winter break, the Peacock concluded an international holiday, researching underground mountain climbing expeditions.

“Peacock, get the door,” exclaimed Kia Ford.

“I did not hear anything,” the advertising promotional fowl replied, conjuring a hard knock sound shaking the English Premiere Estates Foundation.

Quickly, standing up the Peacock unlocked the door, not questioning anything, fulfilling the job commitment, described as ‘greet the guest’.

“Boyle Sports,” Peacock acknowledged getting caught off guard.

“You were expecting?” The sponsoring landlord inquired.

“Somone else,” the Peacock honestly confessed.

“Boyle,” Kia Ford emerged smiling, “it's good to see you.”

“I have heard you do not want to be here,” Boyle gripped his hat needing direction, “you would rather be in relegation.”

“We are working on getting goals,” Kia Ford informed, “aren’t we Peacock?”

“Yeah,” the Peacock cautiously agreed, “actually our GP power source fled, apparently they have nice mountain climbing opportunities in Sweeden.”

“Peacock,” Boyle Sports paused, “Champion Mountain climbing, champion is what you should be striving for,”

“We are Boyle,” Kia Ford defended, “that is one of our goals.”

Suddenly, another distraction plagued the front entry and the Peacock returned to hospitality duties.

“Brent Ford? You showed,” the Peacock welcomed.

“Of course,” Brent Ford clarified, “there is buzz going around, this is a place where one can find goals, and if there is buzz there is Brent Ford.”

Stepping out of the way, the Peacock watched Brent Ford enter, followed by a monstrous companion.

Knowing a good bet, Boyle Sports acknowledged the large individual as he sauntered around the playing surface.

“Well, what do I have the pleasure?” Boyle Sports outstretched hand spoke volumes.

“That is Igor,” Brent Ford intercepted the gesture, “buzz around town, he gets goals.”

Looking for safety, Kia Ford headed over towards the Bowen Shrine, debating if she should scream out, “Tommy? Can you hear me?”. Finally deciding to stay silent the united west ham hoped the bubble machine would kick in and not set up an embarrassing situation, challenging Boyle Sports, investing in their respectable image.

“So, Brent Ford, what does Igor do?” The Peacock opened positive diplomatic dialogue.

“He is the holder of heels,” the promoter threw out some nice story material.

“What does that mean?” Wondered the Peacock.

“It is how he would cook you over the relegation fires, Peacock,” Kia Ford read her accompanied companion's mind.

“Mr. Ford,” Boyle Sports mentioned, “does Igor know how to get a goal?”

“Well watch,” Brent Ford halted, “you, see? Goal.”

“I need a break,” Kia Ford pleaded.

“Just wait Kia Ford, we have some extra time,” Boyle Sports accepted an amazing tempting visual. When an unbelievable occurrence happened, creating another one of Brent Ford's buzzing bee photo opportunity.

“How did he do that?” Kia Ford asked with amazement.

“Special effects,” responded the Peacock.

“You are so offsides,” Kia Ford blew a whistle hinting Brent Ford to apologize then take the goal back.

During the evening’s second half, Kia Ford came up empty, and the Hammer girl realized she had no buzz, getting one final message, ‘God was gracious’ declaring Brent Ford’s second goal.

As everyone departed, leaving the Peacock and Kia Ford all alone, letting a leukophobia diagnosis haunt the star spangled with a banner.

“You are as white as the chair behind you,” the Peacock known for his colorful presentations noted.

“I am never going to get out of relegation,” Kia Ford privately consoled.