The OLT Crown
Through endless ladders, long into the night,Where every matchup demanded a fight,
The teams were refined, the calcs were precise,
One player kept climbing, rolling the dice.
LB stepped forward, composed and aware,
With hazards set clean and predictions to spare.
The pressure was constant, the bracket was tough,
But when the moment came, LB was enough.
Turn after turn, the battles were tense,
A single misplay could shatter defense.
Yet LB stood firm when the stakes rose high,
Reading the field with a champion’s eye.
Now Smogon remembers the run that was made,
The rivals defeated, the groundwork laid.
From ladder to playoffs, through every close game,
LB conquered the OLT and etched in their name.
So raise up the trophy, let victory ring—
The bracket is silent; there’s only one king.
The battles are over, the final lights dim…
OLT Champion.
LB wins.
GG.
