As far as you're concerned, you're performing for them, so it's their opinion that matters the most.
Lance attempts a running clothesline, arm outstretched to ram your neck as she passes you, but you duck under her arm and hit the ropes. You repeat the sequence a second time, but this time instead of just ducking under the blow, you trap her right arm with your left, then go for the arm trap neckbreaker, twisting Lance's head painfully as you both fall to the mat.
The crowd pops modestly as you hit the move. You retreat to your corner and give the audience a thumbs down. The crowd reacts, not just to you, but to the fact that Lance has gotten to her feet and is ready to charge you as you're looking away.
Instead of turning in time to counter Lance's move, as per the original plan, you delay a second. By the time you take your eyes from the crowd, her legs are locked around your head.
You flip head over heels and land hard on the mat, near the ropes. You try to use the second rope as leverage to get back to your feet, still dazed from the hurricanrana.
Almost as soon as you grab it with both hands, Lance snaps it down with her boot, and the recoil sends you staggering backward. A perfect target. Lance hops on to the bottom rope, and uses it as a springboard to land across you, belly first—a springboard splash.