Kia Ford: The Hammer Girl's English Premiere Production

With Igor, managing Lily White through the treacherous tricky trees issue, Kia Ford pondered the buzz factor surrounding her professional standing stating, ‘only goal difference separates the hammer girl from the safe zone’.

“Brent Ford,” Kia Ford, an all-American star-Spangled banner greeted, “it is good to see you.”

“Kia Ford,” Brent Ford retorted, “I hear you are looking for a little buzz.”

“A small detail, right now, keeps the Peacock and I from securing our next year’s residency here,”

“Boyd Sports’ English Premiere Estates raising the rent?” Brent Ford joked watching Kia Ford unhook the door.

“No, Brent Ford,” Kia Ford adjusted, “the draw breaker.”

“Well, you westerners know how to break a tie,” Brent Ford showed his glitzy razzle dazzle knowledge, “snip the bottom-line number with scissors.”

“Not where I come from,” Kia Ford confessed, “it's a status symbol.”

Travelling through the hallway, not saying a word, everyone migrated towards the living room, “I love the festive atmosphere,” Brent Ford commentated.

“Yeah, it is probably why Boyd Sports wants us around, playing the topflight agenda,” Kia Ford quipped as the Peacock passed out souvenir FA cups, “what can I do for you as the season, is coming to close?”

“I know this was an unscheduled meeting,”

“Those FA souvenir cups, do nice business,”

“That they do,” Brent Ford finished the Peacock’s thought, “but Kia Ford, what about the goal situation?”

“Our plans are to develop the courtyard, design a better competitive meeting place, and I have the Bowen Shrine there, prepared, welcoming, and introducing invited visitors, to the party.

“Along with the bubble machine,” the Peacock added, “it actually does work.”

“Intimidating, and that Bowen Shrine is a goal, I tell yah,” Brent Ford admitted, “just like my Igor.”

“Your Igor?” Kia Ford curiously confronted, “is he the one coaching Lily White?”

“That’s another one,” Brent Ford clarified before instigating a penalty situation, encouraging the Peacock, ‘grin’, “geez, I am sorry.”

“We accept the apology,” Kia Ford and the Peacock gestured as the Bowen Shrine erupted, conjuring a bubble storm.

As the special engagement, neared its completion, Brent Ford seemed concerned and called sidekick Igor, “we need Kia Ford to commit a foul.”

When the violation occurred, Igor was there, window dressing, cleaning the mess, “good job, Igor,” Brent Ford commended.

Despite the dramatic finale energizing excitement, the whole scene did not go down well with Kia Ford, confronting reality, extra time. Climaxing, with a shootout minus weapons, Kia Ford stayed perfect, assigning Brent Ford home, clearly hinting ‘you are no longer wanted and all FA Cup obligations cancelled’.

Days later new guests arrived wearing bad guy dark colored clothes, thinking they could steal three points and head back, towards cloud nine occupying sky blue heaven.

“Citizens,” Kia Ford opened the door.

“We come here wanting another three points,” the character showing a pep in his step requested, “so, it can join the other three points acquired earlier.”

“All the other three points?”

“Yeah, we have a mile high pile, reserving our table’s upper half spot,” the interesting fellow boasted, “and my silva has enough to buy one goal.”

“What are you going to do with the goal that your silva purchases?” Kia Ford gripped the door.

“Take the three points and go home,”

Starting to laugh, she let the citizen pass, “I should tell you, citizen I am constantly on the move, steadfast in my decisions and my Peacock is very loyal, those three things equal a goal and we are level.”

“Peacock, I thought you liked climbing Paramount mountains?”

“The Champion’s version,” the Peacock defended.

Realizing he was going to receive the one-point consolation prize, the citizen left seriously pondering if he wanted the bubble machine demoted.

Next day, reading the paper, Kia Ford noticed Lily White partied with the band's boys, and they already had a goal, encouraging Igor’s talent, “get a goal”.

“Did they?” Peacock inquired.

“Yes, they did,” Kia Ford answered.

“What about the tricky trees?”

“It says nothing happened.”

“I guess we are back where we started,” the Peacock surmised.

“We must go see Aston and his Villas”

“Aston is servicing the elite now.”

“He recently was in relegation,” the Peacock noted.

“It was actually construction,” Kia Ford remembered.