WWE, a total paradox of an entity, at once moves at an incredible rate and feels like literally the exact same show it was two months ago.
Narrative developments are either abandoned immediately or prolonged well past the point of profound over-familiarity, creating a weird sensation whereby you cannot remember something you've seen more of than your family. During lockdown. It is a shambles. This is a company booked by Jonathan Frakes gaslighting you about the events of the previous three months.
Humberto Carrillo was a breakout performer who looked to be on the verge of a United States Title win and a solid career.
We made this one up.
Bianca Belair looked set to cause a stir in the Women's division by virtue of a win over Zelina Vega in August.
It's a total fabrication.
We have tag teams in this company.
It's an urban legend that never happened.
There is no fixed plan, and even when you think there might be, whoops - Keith Lee and Drew McIntyre aren't working the WrestleMania main event after all. Combine all this with the general time/space f*ckery that is the year 2020, and yes, things that happened very recently are as lost to time as ancient civilisations.