The build to Evolution completely underwhelmed, but who cares?
Stephanie McMahon graced the women with the opportunity to wrestle on the first-ever all-women's pay-per-view. This, for too bloody long, felt like the point: Stephanie McMahon is a magnanimous revolutionary, and Evolution was a result of - and incidental to - her brilliance.
The cynicism intensified as the hype fizzled out. Everything about the show felt like a contrivance, a lie: the show wasn't the first-ever all-women's pay-per-view, and existed only to obscure WWE's subsequent Saudi Arabia propaganda drive which, given the events surrounding Crown Jewel, only exacerbated the ill will extended towards the show. This, combined with the slut-shaming promos, relegation of Asuka, Bayley and Sasha Banks, and the first and second acts of the Charlotte Flair Vs. Becky Lynch programme, threatened to engulf Evolution.
On the night itself, something genuinely magical happened.
Throughout a show demonstrably produced by Triple H, the cynicism faded away. Several performers put in the shift of their lives. Filler became fantastic. WWE restored the art of the show - so many WWE events are overlong cards now - once more with Evolution's perfect sequencing.
And Stephanie McMahon didn't even put herself over!