10. World Cup Massacre: The England Squad
With the England team having been knocked out of the World Cup, Raul knew he didn't have much time to eliminate them before they headed home and so made massacring some of their team members his next top priority. He found something sadistically satisfying about torturing and killing these football studs, since they were cocky, wealthy and successful - a perfect concoction as far as Raul was concerned. Having already used the organisation to gain access to their training ground and set up his brutal massacre plan, he licked his lips in anticipation - there was going to be blood, and plenty of it.
Raul set up his gruesome dungeon in the basement of the training ground and was all set to get started, just looking for the final pieces of the puzzle. However, as he walked into the changing room, he came across an unexpected sight: up and coming young star Raheem Sterling was in there, having just changed into a fresh kit. Raul stopped in his tracks for a minute. He hadn't known Sterling was here.
'Who are you?' a confused Sterling asked, getting to his feet.
These were the last words the talented young star ever said, as Raul was quick to react, lifting his large knife from underneath his jacket and severing Sterling's head in one swift motion. It thudded against the nearby lockers and rolled onto the floor, a stunned expression on its lifeless. His blood-soaked headless body collapsed to the floor.
'Shame...' Raul said, playfully kicking his head. 'If you'd left a bit earlier, you'd have survived this massacre my young friend...'
But the surprises didn't end there as it seemed young Sterling was not the only unexpected team member still on the training ground. At that moment, Daniel Sturridge walked in, having been waiting for his friend. He entered the room, looked at Raul and then his eyes widened in total shock as he saw his best mate's head rolling on the floor.
Before the horrified footballer could come to his senses, Raul had slashed across his throat with the knife, causing blood to pour out over his pristine kit like a waterfall. Sturridge gargled as he grabbed his throat and fell to the floor over Sterling's headless body. As he squirmed and stammered in pain and disbelief, Raul put him out of his misery by planting the knife in his back. By the time he hauled the knife back out again, Sturridge was completely still.
Raul couldn't help but smile. Neither of these two unfortunate studs had been on his hit-list, but fate had led them to meet grisly ends and Raul was not going to complain about that. He heard two more voices getting closer and figured that his main two targets were about to arrive. Figuring things had actually worked out quite well, he ran back towards the basement, which descended from the changing room.
England Captain Steven Gerrard and his young friend Luke Shaw walked in after Gerrard had stayed behind to give Shaw some extra guidance and pointers. The scene which confronted them was grim indeed.
'Holy shit!' 18 year old Luke screamed. The teenager was soon to learn he was very much out of his depth. Gerrard ran over to his lifeless teammates and uselessly proclaimed that they were dead.
'I can fucking see that!' Luke whimpered, starting to panic. 'I'll phone the police.'
Suddenly, they heard movement coming from below them in the basement. They both looked at one another with a sickening realisation on their faces - the killer was still here...
'I'm gonna fucking kill that bastard!' Gerrard yelled, heading towards the basement.
'No listen, we should wait for the police!' Luke cautiously ventured, not wanting to meet the same nasty end himself.
Gerrard hesitated. 'You stay here and phone the police... I'm going after the twat who murdered my friends.'
He continued towards the door. A worried Luke glanced around and then followed his mentor. If there was more than one of them he didn't fancy staying on his own. Besides, he wanted to see Gerrard destroy them. With no phone on him, Luke followed Gerrard down. His stupidity was going to cost them the ultimate price.
'You won't let anything happen to me will you?' a nervous Luke asked Gerrard, still feeling sick at the thought of Sterling and Sturridge's death.
'Trust me, it's the killer who wants to worry,' Gerrard replied, before opening the basement door. The duo were met by a very unexpected sight indeed.
A large goal stood in the middle of the room, with inflatables dotted around it, each with various England players' faces on. Next to it were Raul's hostages who he had prepared earlier. Strapped and wired up eagle-spread to metallic grids were Ross Barkley, Jack Wilshere and Joe Hart, with one more empty grid at the end. The three of them had been gagged and they let out muffled screams when Gerrard and Luke walked in.
Luke sensed somebody behind him and spun around, but Raul immediately booted him in the crotch, causing him to keel over and allowing him to be easily overpowered and pulled over to the final grid. A livid Gerrard tried to retaliate but Raul responded with another of his handy weapons - pepper spray. Soon Gerrard was on the floor in agony as his eyes stung like hell. Whilst he dealt with this, Raul strapped a petrified Luke up.
'What are you going to do to me?!' Luke screamed but Raul ignored him - as if that wasn't obvious! He removed the gags of the other players (and received a torrent of abuse) before heading back to Gerrard, giving him cloths to wipe his stinging eyes.
'You'll need them to be in top form,' Raul explained.
'What for?' Gerrard growled.
'We're going to play a very special game of football, lads!' Raul said, deciding to use lies and fear to get the players to do as he asked. 'Now, I've got Gerrrard's family held up elsewhere in this building... don't bother thinking I'm bluffing. Do I look the sort to bluff? You do as I say and they'll be fine.'
Of course, this was all a lie, just as he had lied to Neymar but the others weren't sure and knew this psychopath was crazy enough to do something like that, and so decided to play along. Gerrard was in control for this game. He would aim the ball at the inflatables and knock one over. Whichever player's face was on the knocked over inflatable would be 'punished'. Raul knew that these punishments were fatal and the terrified players had a sneaking suspicion of this too.
At first Gerrard refused to play and subject his teammates to this grim outcome, but when Raul taunted him about his family, he knew he had no choice.
'This isn't fair!' Luke screamed, tears forming in his eyes as he knew his short life could be brutally snuffed out soon. Gerrard was in disbelief as he placed the ball and prepared to take his shot and hit one of the four inflatables. The others watched on with baited breath as Gerrard kicked the ball, easily knocking down Ross Barkley's inflatable which was at the front. The 20 year old shook his head in horror.
'Oh shit, oh fuck! Please...' Ross begged as Raul smiled. Gerrard repeatedly apologised to his buddy but this was no consolation as Raul indicated the bucket above Ross' head. Ross was paralysed with fear as he wondered what could be inside.
'Please! God no!' All the other players joined in the begging but Raul ignored them and flicked a switch. The bucket tipped forward, showering Ross in...
... water. Ross was soaked with not only water, but relief too as he figured all this had just been done to scare them.
'Thank you... thank you so much-'
His thanks were soon cut off by screams of agony as Raul flicked another switch, activating the wires that were attached to the young stud and firing an electrical charge through them. Ross writhed and screamed in pure agony as he was electrocuted, vibrating and shaking violently. The wires had been attached in all crevices of his body, even up his assohole, to ensure maximum pain and nobody could deny Ross was experiencing that right now. Finally, his screams were cut out and Raul stopped the flow of electricity, carefully examining Ross' lifeless body, which was shrouded in steam.
'Smokin'!' Raul laughed.
'You're sick!' Jack Wilshere screamed. 'You're a sick twisted fucker!'
'Please don't kill me!' Luke begged, the tears in free flow now. Gerrard couldn't believe his team had been reduced to this, but he had to put his family first. He tried to reason with Raul but when he realised this was useless, all he could do was put the ball down and take another shot, this time knocking over the inflatable with goalkeeper Joe Hart's face on. Hart hadn't said much up to now, but clearly looked distressed after seeing Ross' agonising end.
'You're very quiet Joe,' Raul said, liking his victims to be more vocal. 'No last words?'
'I wouldn't give you the satisfaction,' Hart spat back. 'Even when I'm dying, I'll go with dignity. I'm not begging you for anything.'
Admirable, Raul thought, but foolish.
'I wouldn't count on it,' he said, indicating the bucket above his head and flicking the switch which released a thick clear liquid all over the goalkeeper. But it definitely wasn't water. It was acid.
Hart's blond locks melted off immediately but soon his flesh followed and his excruciating howls cut through the other players like a knife. Ditching his earlier defiance, he screamed at Raul to get the stuff off him, as his flesh was melted and stripped away.
'I thought you weren't begging,' a merciless Raul answered, standing and watching as Hart's bones were stripped of their skin. Hart let out a final screech as his face melted away entirely, his eyes being reduced to nothingness. As silence filled the room, Hart's lifeless skeleton was left there as proof of his excruciating death. The others were just lost for words. They had never seen anything so horrific in their lives.
'Next,' Raul said, without a second thought to Hart. An empty shell was no good to him. The fun part had been watching him melt away. Now he wanted to move on.
'You fucking psycho! You murdered him!' Jack Wilshere screamed. 'I'm gonna kill you for this! I'm gonna-'
Sick of hearing his voice, Raul took his knife from his jacket and popped Wilshere's inflatable.
'Whoops,' he said, before approaching Wilshere's switch.
'No you leave that alone! Don't you fucking dare!' Wilshere screamed as his bucket was overturned and alcohol was emptied all over him, soaking him. Gerrard had his head in his hands as he couldn't watch. Luke didn't have a choice. Raul swaggered up to Wilshere and noticed piss trickling down his leg. For all his bravado, Wilshere was bricking it.
'Well that should help things,' Raul smiled, before taking out a lighter and setting fire to Wilshere's legs.
Wilshere's screams topped Hart's for their ear-destroying ranking. The alcohol accelerant allowed the flames to spread in no time and soon the stud's entire hunky frame was alight. He couldn't be seen but he could certainly be heard. Gerrard couldn't watch whilst Luke screamed with his friend until his cries died down. That could mean only one thing.
Grabbing a fire extinguisher, Raul got rid of the flames and Gerrard looked from behind his fingers at a black, charred mess which used to be Jack Wilshere. There was nothing distinguishable about him and there was certainly no life left. Raul was pleased the mouthy footballer had faced a drawn-out end.
Next to him, Luke whimpered as he knew he was the only one next.
'Just let him go!' Gerrard cried. 'He's 18 for fuck's sake!'
'It's going to cost you,' Raul said.
'Fuck his family!' a hysterical Luke screamed. 'Just save me! PLEASE!'
Gerrard stepped back in horror. After everything he had done for the young lad, this was his repayment? Luke soiled himself as Gerrard placed the ball down, not wanting to sacrifice anything for the ungrateful youngster.
'No please, Steve! I'm sorry!'
But it was too late, the ball thundered into Luke's smiling face on the inflatable. He squirmed, screeched and yelled as Raul headed to the switch but knew it was useless. The terrified teen knew he had just entered his final minute of existence and his feeling of helplessness was truly petrifying. He gave one last pleading glance at Raul before the bucket overturned. There was no liquid inside though - but Luke felt something plop on his head. Daring to look up, he shrieked as the face of an unfriendly snake peered back at him.
'This is Mary,' said Raul. 'You should consider yourself lucky - I only get her out for special kills.'
The boa constrictor had clearly been well-trained and had done this several times, slivering down to Luke's crotch and digging her fangs deep into his cock. Luke howled in total and unparalleled pain. As blood ebbed from his nearly severed cock, Mary returned to his neck and began tightening her grip on it. Luke was in no position to fight back and, despite his struggles, Mary was fully embedded around his neck.
Getting weaker from the blood loss, Luke knew his time was up and he could only whimper and gargle as his eyes bulged and dribble dripped out of his mouth. His handsome face lay shocked, devastated and still as Mary let go and slithered onto the shoulders of her master. Gerrard looked as though he might pass out.
'All your doing,' Raul said. 'Some captain you are!'
'What about me?' Gerrard stammered, barely daring to ask.
'Oh I've got something very special for you,' answered Raul, leaving Gerrard to fear the worst. Leaving the remains of his teammates behind, Gerrard was led out to the backyard, where a rancid smell clogged up his nostrils. Raul had placed a tank of raw sewage out here. Gerrard could barely breathe. Raul, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind.
'This is what you were in the World Cup, Steven,' Raul spat. 'Now kneel down.'
Gerrard literally felt sick as his chiselled good looks were just inches away from the brown stinky sludge. He was just about to ask about the fate of his family when he screamed out as an ecstatic Raul plunged his rock hard cock into Gerrard's hole, ripping through his shorts and underwear. Gerrard screamed in agony as it ripped through and his face was contorted in pain and degradation. Raul had been dying to compare Gerrard and Neymar and now he could. But the worst was still to come for poor Gerrard.
As he continued to service the stud, Raul forcefully shoved his head into the sewage. Gerrard almost passed out as he swamped in the stuff. Overcome by disgust, he soon panicked as he realised Raul was showing no signs of letting him back up. Gagging and choking, Gerrard tried to fight back but could do nothing as he started to drown in the sludge. He couldn't die like this! It was the most degrading end imaginable but Gerrard never saw daylight again. Brown soon turned into black as Gerrard lost his flight and slumped forward into the sewage, Raul unloading his body into the tank to float there.
Leaning backwards, Raul couldn't help but think these footballers had brought out a whole new side to him. Sure, he had been creative and sadistic in the past but not on this level. He phoned for the organisation to clear the mess up. England were well and truly out.
With the England team having been knocked out of the World Cup, Raul knew he didn't have much time to eliminate them before they headed home and so made massacring some of their team members his next top priority. He found something sadistically satisfying about torturing and killing these football studs, since they were cocky, wealthy and successful - a perfect concoction as far as Raul was concerned. Having already used the organisation to gain access to their training ground and set up his brutal massacre plan, he licked his lips in anticipation - there was going to be blood, and plenty of it.
Raul set up his gruesome dungeon in the basement of the training ground and was all set to get started, just looking for the final pieces of the puzzle. However, as he walked into the changing room, he came across an unexpected sight: up and coming young star Raheem Sterling was in there, having just changed into a fresh kit. Raul stopped in his tracks for a minute. He hadn't known Sterling was here.
'Who are you?' a confused Sterling asked, getting to his feet.
These were the last words the talented young star ever said, as Raul was quick to react, lifting his large knife from underneath his jacket and severing Sterling's head in one swift motion. It thudded against the nearby lockers and rolled onto the floor, a stunned expression on its lifeless. His blood-soaked headless body collapsed to the floor.
'Shame...' Raul said, playfully kicking his head. 'If you'd left a bit earlier, you'd have survived this massacre my young friend...'
But the surprises didn't end there as it seemed young Sterling was not the only unexpected team member still on the training ground. At that moment, Daniel Sturridge walked in, having been waiting for his friend. He entered the room, looked at Raul and then his eyes widened in total shock as he saw his best mate's head rolling on the floor.
Before the horrified footballer could come to his senses, Raul had slashed across his throat with the knife, causing blood to pour out over his pristine kit like a waterfall. Sturridge gargled as he grabbed his throat and fell to the floor over Sterling's headless body. As he squirmed and stammered in pain and disbelief, Raul put him out of his misery by planting the knife in his back. By the time he hauled the knife back out again, Sturridge was completely still.
Raul couldn't help but smile. Neither of these two unfortunate studs had been on his hit-list, but fate had led them to meet grisly ends and Raul was not going to complain about that. He heard two more voices getting closer and figured that his main two targets were about to arrive. Figuring things had actually worked out quite well, he ran back towards the basement, which descended from the changing room.
England Captain Steven Gerrard and his young friend Luke Shaw walked in after Gerrard had stayed behind to give Shaw some extra guidance and pointers. The scene which confronted them was grim indeed.
'Holy shit!' 18 year old Luke screamed. The teenager was soon to learn he was very much out of his depth. Gerrard ran over to his lifeless teammates and uselessly proclaimed that they were dead.
'I can fucking see that!' Luke whimpered, starting to panic. 'I'll phone the police.'
Suddenly, they heard movement coming from below them in the basement. They both looked at one another with a sickening realisation on their faces - the killer was still here...
'I'm gonna fucking kill that bastard!' Gerrard yelled, heading towards the basement.
'No listen, we should wait for the police!' Luke cautiously ventured, not wanting to meet the same nasty end himself.
Gerrard hesitated. 'You stay here and phone the police... I'm going after the twat who murdered my friends.'
He continued towards the door. A worried Luke glanced around and then followed his mentor. If there was more than one of them he didn't fancy staying on his own. Besides, he wanted to see Gerrard destroy them. With no phone on him, Luke followed Gerrard down. His stupidity was going to cost them the ultimate price.
'You won't let anything happen to me will you?' a nervous Luke asked Gerrard, still feeling sick at the thought of Sterling and Sturridge's death.
'Trust me, it's the killer who wants to worry,' Gerrard replied, before opening the basement door. The duo were met by a very unexpected sight indeed.
A large goal stood in the middle of the room, with inflatables dotted around it, each with various England players' faces on. Next to it were Raul's hostages who he had prepared earlier. Strapped and wired up eagle-spread to metallic grids were Ross Barkley, Jack Wilshere and Joe Hart, with one more empty grid at the end. The three of them had been gagged and they let out muffled screams when Gerrard and Luke walked in.
Luke sensed somebody behind him and spun around, but Raul immediately booted him in the crotch, causing him to keel over and allowing him to be easily overpowered and pulled over to the final grid. A livid Gerrard tried to retaliate but Raul responded with another of his handy weapons - pepper spray. Soon Gerrard was on the floor in agony as his eyes stung like hell. Whilst he dealt with this, Raul strapped a petrified Luke up.
'What are you going to do to me?!' Luke screamed but Raul ignored him - as if that wasn't obvious! He removed the gags of the other players (and received a torrent of abuse) before heading back to Gerrard, giving him cloths to wipe his stinging eyes.
'You'll need them to be in top form,' Raul explained.
'What for?' Gerrard growled.
'We're going to play a very special game of football, lads!' Raul said, deciding to use lies and fear to get the players to do as he asked. 'Now, I've got Gerrrard's family held up elsewhere in this building... don't bother thinking I'm bluffing. Do I look the sort to bluff? You do as I say and they'll be fine.'
Of course, this was all a lie, just as he had lied to Neymar but the others weren't sure and knew this psychopath was crazy enough to do something like that, and so decided to play along. Gerrard was in control for this game. He would aim the ball at the inflatables and knock one over. Whichever player's face was on the knocked over inflatable would be 'punished'. Raul knew that these punishments were fatal and the terrified players had a sneaking suspicion of this too.
At first Gerrard refused to play and subject his teammates to this grim outcome, but when Raul taunted him about his family, he knew he had no choice.
'This isn't fair!' Luke screamed, tears forming in his eyes as he knew his short life could be brutally snuffed out soon. Gerrard was in disbelief as he placed the ball and prepared to take his shot and hit one of the four inflatables. The others watched on with baited breath as Gerrard kicked the ball, easily knocking down Ross Barkley's inflatable which was at the front. The 20 year old shook his head in horror.
'Oh shit, oh fuck! Please...' Ross begged as Raul smiled. Gerrard repeatedly apologised to his buddy but this was no consolation as Raul indicated the bucket above Ross' head. Ross was paralysed with fear as he wondered what could be inside.
'Please! God no!' All the other players joined in the begging but Raul ignored them and flicked a switch. The bucket tipped forward, showering Ross in...
... water. Ross was soaked with not only water, but relief too as he figured all this had just been done to scare them.
'Thank you... thank you so much-'
His thanks were soon cut off by screams of agony as Raul flicked another switch, activating the wires that were attached to the young stud and firing an electrical charge through them. Ross writhed and screamed in pure agony as he was electrocuted, vibrating and shaking violently. The wires had been attached in all crevices of his body, even up his assohole, to ensure maximum pain and nobody could deny Ross was experiencing that right now. Finally, his screams were cut out and Raul stopped the flow of electricity, carefully examining Ross' lifeless body, which was shrouded in steam.
'Smokin'!' Raul laughed.
'You're sick!' Jack Wilshere screamed. 'You're a sick twisted fucker!'
'Please don't kill me!' Luke begged, the tears in free flow now. Gerrard couldn't believe his team had been reduced to this, but he had to put his family first. He tried to reason with Raul but when he realised this was useless, all he could do was put the ball down and take another shot, this time knocking over the inflatable with goalkeeper Joe Hart's face on. Hart hadn't said much up to now, but clearly looked distressed after seeing Ross' agonising end.
'You're very quiet Joe,' Raul said, liking his victims to be more vocal. 'No last words?'
'I wouldn't give you the satisfaction,' Hart spat back. 'Even when I'm dying, I'll go with dignity. I'm not begging you for anything.'
Admirable, Raul thought, but foolish.
'I wouldn't count on it,' he said, indicating the bucket above his head and flicking the switch which released a thick clear liquid all over the goalkeeper. But it definitely wasn't water. It was acid.
Hart's blond locks melted off immediately but soon his flesh followed and his excruciating howls cut through the other players like a knife. Ditching his earlier defiance, he screamed at Raul to get the stuff off him, as his flesh was melted and stripped away.
'I thought you weren't begging,' a merciless Raul answered, standing and watching as Hart's bones were stripped of their skin. Hart let out a final screech as his face melted away entirely, his eyes being reduced to nothingness. As silence filled the room, Hart's lifeless skeleton was left there as proof of his excruciating death. The others were just lost for words. They had never seen anything so horrific in their lives.
'Next,' Raul said, without a second thought to Hart. An empty shell was no good to him. The fun part had been watching him melt away. Now he wanted to move on.
'You fucking psycho! You murdered him!' Jack Wilshere screamed. 'I'm gonna kill you for this! I'm gonna-'
Sick of hearing his voice, Raul took his knife from his jacket and popped Wilshere's inflatable.
'Whoops,' he said, before approaching Wilshere's switch.
'No you leave that alone! Don't you fucking dare!' Wilshere screamed as his bucket was overturned and alcohol was emptied all over him, soaking him. Gerrard had his head in his hands as he couldn't watch. Luke didn't have a choice. Raul swaggered up to Wilshere and noticed piss trickling down his leg. For all his bravado, Wilshere was bricking it.
'Well that should help things,' Raul smiled, before taking out a lighter and setting fire to Wilshere's legs.
Wilshere's screams topped Hart's for their ear-destroying ranking. The alcohol accelerant allowed the flames to spread in no time and soon the stud's entire hunky frame was alight. He couldn't be seen but he could certainly be heard. Gerrard couldn't watch whilst Luke screamed with his friend until his cries died down. That could mean only one thing.
Grabbing a fire extinguisher, Raul got rid of the flames and Gerrard looked from behind his fingers at a black, charred mess which used to be Jack Wilshere. There was nothing distinguishable about him and there was certainly no life left. Raul was pleased the mouthy footballer had faced a drawn-out end.
Next to him, Luke whimpered as he knew he was the only one next.
'Just let him go!' Gerrard cried. 'He's 18 for fuck's sake!'
'It's going to cost you,' Raul said.
'Fuck his family!' a hysterical Luke screamed. 'Just save me! PLEASE!'
Gerrard stepped back in horror. After everything he had done for the young lad, this was his repayment? Luke soiled himself as Gerrard placed the ball down, not wanting to sacrifice anything for the ungrateful youngster.
'No please, Steve! I'm sorry!'
But it was too late, the ball thundered into Luke's smiling face on the inflatable. He squirmed, screeched and yelled as Raul headed to the switch but knew it was useless. The terrified teen knew he had just entered his final minute of existence and his feeling of helplessness was truly petrifying. He gave one last pleading glance at Raul before the bucket overturned. There was no liquid inside though - but Luke felt something plop on his head. Daring to look up, he shrieked as the face of an unfriendly snake peered back at him.
'This is Mary,' said Raul. 'You should consider yourself lucky - I only get her out for special kills.'
The boa constrictor had clearly been well-trained and had done this several times, slivering down to Luke's crotch and digging her fangs deep into his cock. Luke howled in total and unparalleled pain. As blood ebbed from his nearly severed cock, Mary returned to his neck and began tightening her grip on it. Luke was in no position to fight back and, despite his struggles, Mary was fully embedded around his neck.
Getting weaker from the blood loss, Luke knew his time was up and he could only whimper and gargle as his eyes bulged and dribble dripped out of his mouth. His handsome face lay shocked, devastated and still as Mary let go and slithered onto the shoulders of her master. Gerrard looked as though he might pass out.
'All your doing,' Raul said. 'Some captain you are!'
'What about me?' Gerrard stammered, barely daring to ask.
'Oh I've got something very special for you,' answered Raul, leaving Gerrard to fear the worst. Leaving the remains of his teammates behind, Gerrard was led out to the backyard, where a rancid smell clogged up his nostrils. Raul had placed a tank of raw sewage out here. Gerrard could barely breathe. Raul, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind.
'This is what you were in the World Cup, Steven,' Raul spat. 'Now kneel down.'
Gerrard literally felt sick as his chiselled good looks were just inches away from the brown stinky sludge. He was just about to ask about the fate of his family when he screamed out as an ecstatic Raul plunged his rock hard cock into Gerrard's hole, ripping through his shorts and underwear. Gerrard screamed in agony as it ripped through and his face was contorted in pain and degradation. Raul had been dying to compare Gerrard and Neymar and now he could. But the worst was still to come for poor Gerrard.
As he continued to service the stud, Raul forcefully shoved his head into the sewage. Gerrard almost passed out as he swamped in the stuff. Overcome by disgust, he soon panicked as he realised Raul was showing no signs of letting him back up. Gagging and choking, Gerrard tried to fight back but could do nothing as he started to drown in the sludge. He couldn't die like this! It was the most degrading end imaginable but Gerrard never saw daylight again. Brown soon turned into black as Gerrard lost his flight and slumped forward into the sewage, Raul unloading his body into the tank to float there.
Leaning backwards, Raul couldn't help but think these footballers had brought out a whole new side to him. Sure, he had been creative and sadistic in the past but not on this level. He phoned for the organisation to clear the mess up. England were well and truly out.
