Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

A beautiful sunny May Day weekend arrived at the English Premiere Estates, as Kia Ford contemplated wardrobe options to her professional scheduled engagement with Brent Ford, the one with all the buzzes. Despite missing another Met Gala in New York, the United West Ham had her hands full with the relegation threat.

“Peacock,” she called.

“Yes” her faithful fowl agreed.

“Should I select the white innocent look with Brent Ford?” Kia Ford started, “or a darker version?”

“You're playing the relegation stage,” the Peacock inputted, “I would choose the gothic ensemble.”

“With golden hope,”

“Perfect,” the Peacock agreed.

“How is everything going with your cousins?” Kia Ford emerged from the bedroom.

“Apparently, they enjoyed a nice evening last night with claret wine before the product is discontinued.”

Knowing, a large social spring event welcoming the warm season was happening back in the states; Kia Ford implemented the professional marketing venture displaying fall like Halloween spirit.

“You seem to be in a deceptive mood,” the Peacock acknowledged, ringing Brent Ford’s doorbell.

“I am so desweetful,” Kia Ford mentioned, “I will give a goal to Brent Ford and see what they do with it.”

“They will go paramount mountain champion climbing, and you will be relegated, second tier peaks,”

“As you said Peacock, you will still go mountain climbing either way,”

“Not if you get a reprieve,” the Peacock followed the boss inside, feeling a little shaken due to the dropping class reality, “Kia Ford, you bring such happiness and joy.”

“And a goal as a gift,” Kia Ford grinned, “you know if I got a goal right now with my alter ego personality, well it would be offsides.”

“Thank you very much,” Brent Ford retorted.

Forty-five minutes elapsed, showing no change and when the two took a break, there still was only one goal difference. But upon return Brent Ford called upon his player Igor, commanding the character, “she makes a mistake, breaks a rule, get a goal.” Taking less than fifteen minutes, Igor honored his assignment and transitioned, transforming into the ‘holder of the heel’.

“Did you see where those misleading attitudes got you?” Brent Ford questioned, “no goals,” he answered.

“Ok, Brent Ford the one with all the buzz,” the hammer girl retaliated, “you have two goals, I have none.”

“I hope your time with Igor is enjoyable,” Brent Ford turned the table.

“Is Igor the same one that under minded, Lily White?”

“No, my dear hammer girl, Igor is a completely new horrific vision,” Brent Ford honey continued spinning.

“A different one?” Kia Ford repeated, watching Peacock’s shocking expression.

“Take her away, Igor,” Brent Ford laughed, wanting to see the All-American's expression.

Portraying the role, Igor brought her into another room, where the Peacock and Brent Ford heard, “you dam guard!”

“Is that a goal of yours?” Peacock angerly searched, “antagonize Kia Ford, scare the damsel in distress, create a petrified scene.”

“Yes, streaming and dreaming Peacock, I wanted Kia Ford to act like a true hammer girl, and post three goals.”

Safely, reverting, Kia Ford grabbed the Peacock by the feathers and departed, when they arrived home, things started finding factual foundation, fearfully plaguing Kia Ford, “I could be in relegation, Peacock,”

“I know,” the Peacock comforted.

“Where is Lily White?”

Checking artificial intelligence, the Peacock announced, “visiting Aston’s Villas”

“Maybe she is reading lower-level scripts,” Kia Ford rationalized.

“I will get my mountain climbing equipment,”

“Why?” Kia Ford wondered.

“Give Brent Ford a donation,” the Peacock honestly expressed, “he should look good using the Paramount complementary souvenir products.”