Robert Whittaker is feeling fine. Honest. He’s clad in a nice blue suit, the kind that doesn’t look out of place on a corporate type going about his business. The accessories, though, give it away. Few white-collars have reason to carry a title belt to work, a leather-and-gold-plated status symbol that’s as subtle as, well, a kick to the head. Then there’s the cast bulging out of his sleeve, containing the broken right hand he suffered in his fight against Yael Romero, only days ago. It still doesn’t stop him from shaking the hands of well-wishers with the bum paw.
" I DIDN'T JUST GET HANDED ANYTHING. I HAD TO FIGHT A BEAST, THE BOOGEYMAN OF THE DIVISION, BEAT HIM TWICE, TO SOLIDIFY MY SPOT." Trying to unscrew the lid…