Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

Weekend arrived and Lilly White found herself sending out an invitation for a poolside beach theme afternoon, teasing others, enjoy her enchanting multipurpose facility that once impressed many Americans and their definition of football.

“How could I be relegated,” Lily White expressed, as Brighton and Hove, RSVP’d.

During the upbeat entertaining exchange, Lily White healthier activities occupied the sand clan’s priorities, despite during the final moments, Brighton and Hove notching a second goal.

“Got the point!” Brighton and Hove politely hinted, “you do realize, there are nice roles in relegation.”

Knowledgeable regarding certain script story ideas the Peacocks were entertaining with the tricky trees and the blockbuster reality; Lily White really considered her wild west Spurs products, contemplating dropping down one level applying smaller budgets.

Upon departing, Lily White returned inside, searching cupboards wanting Claret wine, “they are with the tricky trees,” Brighton and Hove answered disappearing.

Trying not to be intimidated by the Crystal Palace, Kia Ford dependent on her promotional marketing supportive fowl and the trusting partner’s mission, guiding her through the pending prime-time get-together, hoping results will assist in future foundation building, achieving better table position.

“Glaziers and their eagles,” Kia Ford commented, catching the Peacock's ears.

“They have been attending many conferences,” the Peacock informed, “and doing very well.”

“We had that FA Cup souvenir gimmick thing, going until,” Kia Ford quickly paused, “Oh, hello Mr. Glazier.”

Seeing Mrs. Glazier opening her wingspan, showcasing a scenic background, the Peacock fluffed feathers and boasted a colorful landscape, “Kia Ford’s star-spangled banner and her beautiful peacock.”

Giving the united west ham a big hug made Kia Ford accept the welcoming gesture, presenting vulnerability.

“Come enjoy our patriotic freedom,” Mr. Glazier proclaimed, “relax, embrace democracy, you will feel like your home.”

“Do you have any goals today?”

“We have been too busy at conferences, goals there but not now,” Mrs. Glazier explained, “we are very tired,”

“Well,” Kia Ford pondered “Lily White still cannot get out of relegation if I sacrifice a match and not get any goals.”

“Now that’s the spirit,” Mrs. Glazier exclaimed.

Throughout the social visit lasting a little over ninety minutes nothing happened confirming both parties, goalless.

As the Glaziers walked Kia Ford and the Peacock towards the door, Mrs. Glazier speculated out loud, “I wonder if anything got accomplished,”

“With no goals?” Mr. Glazier presented a theatrical stripe star smile, “wolverines are officially relegated.”

Exited, engrossed with the final thought, Kia Ford and the Peacock strolled back but before reaching the English Premiere Estates, a magical being appeared, “Nunno, the Spirited Saint,” Kia Ford acknowledged.

“Boyle Sports visited earlier, needing predictions,” Nunno the Spirited Saint started, “and told me you were no longer facing relegation instead that big time celebrity Lily White is changing goal course.”

“Apparently, she was entangled with the tricky trees and not really red carpet interested,”

“Going to the demotion zone, I see,” Nunno the Spirited Saint surmised, “and you a hammer girl. Demand what?”

“Keep my head above water,” Kia Ford defended.

Comfortable, Nunno the Spirited Saint smiled, “you are doing all right, Kia Ford, remember if you survive and continue having a residency at English Premiere Estates, everybody goes back to zero.”

“When?” Kia Ford inquired.

“Only twelve weeks,”

“Obtaining a few goals off the bat and the three points,” the Peacock concluded, “we will be in the Paramount mountain championship zone.”

“Then my coaching talents will really be a factor,” Nunno the Spirited Saint projected, “can you do me a single favor?”

“What?

“Bring home some Toffee candy,” requested Nunno the Spirited Saint, receiving a thumbs up response.