((You Wake up One Morning, and Prepare yourself some Breakfast...... Only to Find Knuckles at your Kitchen Table Sitting on a Makeshift Iron Throne.))

"Good Morning... Young one."

((He observes your gaze... and Realizes you're staring at his throne... Taking it as a Question as to what it is))

"Oh.. This? It is Merely the seat that Designates my role as Family Champion."

"If you wish to Claim it....... You must simply Defeat me in a Ritual Battle of Trial By Combat."