The Men Behind the Mask: Trench Warfare

Toe to toe we face our foes
As the tension grows they crouch low, coiled, they wait for the whistle to blow

The calm before the storm, the pain before the hurt
None would understand the battle of those who stick their hands in the dirt

Front line soldiers, the ram and the gate
Trench warfare, few would envy their fate

Savagery is what’s seen, yet strategy is key
Victory or defeat is the burden they share, grit is the required fare

Unsung heroes, you know how the story goes
The audience only watches the catches, the throws

We are the ones with the thankless task
The giants, the men behind the mask