You expected Roman Reigns to capture the Universal Championship from Brock Lesnar; after all, the Beast Incarnate had been repackaged as the no-f*cks-given mercenary you perceived him as IRL, and his continuing to hold it to ransom was untenable. The very integrity/purpose of RAW demanded it.
Didn't happen. Reality set in.
You expected from AJ Styles Vs. Shinsuke Nakamura a pulsating, hard-hitting modern classic on par with their adrenaline-fuelled war at Wrestle Kingdom 10. You were literally promised a Dream March.
Didn't happen. The over-produced reality of WWE set in.
You expected Braun Strowman to select a crowd-pleasing surprise partner to oppose The Bar. The mystery partner gimmick is loaded with lofty expectation. Only a returning legend or NXT call-up would do - the latter, ideally. WWE, with its static cast, always needs young blood to freshen things up.
Didn't happen. The reality of Vince McMahon's infantile mind set in.
You might expect Triple H not to bore you to tears with his trademark methodical slog. There are too many matches scheduled as it is, and Batista wheezes in short backstage segments as if suffering from lucid sleep apnea.
NB: The entire card is not going to crush you. Consider this a worst-case scenario that covers each key scenario.