The wheel has already slipped beneath the surface of the arena by now, shut off, but Dexter smirks as he sees the man try to get to it. "What say you, beloved spectators? Shall we give them a chance at the wheel?"

The reply is of mixed suggestions, each shouted out in their adrenaline filled state, but one side is louder than the other.

Dexter gestures at the Arena Floor. "Bring out the Wheel of Death!"

No matter what suggestion the people in the audience gave, they all cheer and money starts passing around, betting on what the wheel will land on....

Next to Moff, the arena floor opens, the Wheel slowly rising from it.