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LEILANI KAI AND THE FABULOUS MOOLAH: AGING ORIGINALS

The catering area is full. Leilani Kai scans it carefully for her mentor, Moolah. All she can see is everyone else. People here for Wrestlemania. Hulk Hogan sits with Mr T, talking to him quietly. Mr T is loaded with thick chunky gold jewellery and nods, exclaiming occasionally. His words can be heard throughout the area. It's a good thing they're not talking strategy. She can see referees sitting together, talking about who gets to officiate which match. King Kong Bundy eating slowly, his mammoth frame dwarfing the room with his talkative mile-a-minute manager Jimmy Hart at his side, chattering to him. Then she spots her.

Moolah sits alone, reading something in front of her propped up on the pepper pot. She seems completely involved in what's in front of her, not noticing when someone brushes past her, knocking her arm. Leilani walks over to her, her tray in her hands. She puts it down loudly to signal her arrival. Moolah looks up in surprise and smiles when she sees who it is.

"Why hello sugar, there you are at last" Moolah says

She quickly puts a slip of paper into her book to mark the page and shuts it, moving it out of the way. Leilani catches sight of its cover; something about strategy. It figured really. Moolah was determined that Leilani keep hold of that title she'd fought so hard to win. It was going to take everything they had, both of them, to achieve that. Moolah picks up her carton of drink and begins drinking it thoughtfully. Leilani digs into her meal, her Hawaiian robe flapping as she does. She's all dressed for the ring already; her flower print robe tied carefully around her powerhouse of a body covering her ring gear consisting of a black flowered singlet and decorative straw sleeves and skirt for the entrance only and a couple of flowers struck in her long auburn hair behind an ear. Her opponent wasn't going to know what hit her.

"Did you do your training today?" Moolah asks suddenly, peering at Leilani anxiously through her bright framed glasses

"Yes Moolah" Leilani hides a smile

"Good good, because you have to be prepared, she's not going to stop until she gets what she wants tonight" warns Moolah, pointing with her folk.

"I know" Leilani says, trying to keep the annoyance from her voice

They'd been training for a long time. Leilani was the champion; Moolah had made sure that she was, keeping that little spitfire Cyndi Lauper out of the way. Now they were going to fight at this event, the first ever Wrestlemania. Vince Mcmahon was hoping it was catch on; maybe it would even become a yearly event. It would be their Superbowl.

Leilani smiles as she shovels food into her mouth. She thinks about the gold belt, carefully packed away in its case in her locker room, away from prying eyes and eager hands. It represents that she is the best and she's going to beat that little bitch Wendi Richter tonight with everything she has. She's stronger, faster and more experienced than her opponent. Moolah has one of the best minds in the game when it came to how to win and more experience ringside and in the ring than Richter's manager Lauper. Everything is in their favour. Except the fans.

The fans love Wendi, cheering loudly when they hear her rock music entrance and see her run to the ring with Cyndi by her side. Leilani couldn't understand it personally. Wendi's wild and crazy, not the sort of person fans should be cheering for. They should be cheering for her with her superior strength and more agreeable appearance. But they're so often misguided. They even boo Moolah.

"There she is" Moolah says in a hard tight voice

Leilani looks up and grimaces at what she sees. Wendi Richter sits across the room with her cohorts. She's dressed in a green singlet with spider web- like patterns on it with a long green coat over the top of it. Her large sunglasses are pushed up on top of her head and long dark hair and her eye make-up matches her singlet. She looks like she belongs in the jungle, not in the ring. She doesn't deserve to be. Cyndi sits beside her, looking like a demented gnome, her tiny form encased in brown plaid dungarees over a green shirt open all the way down to reveal a white strapless bustier with a black cap over her flame hair. She sees Leilani staring at them and glares back. Wendi hasn't even noticed. Captain Lou Albano ambles over and claps Cyndi on the back. She looks up and grins at him, gesturing for him to sit down. He won't be at ringside tonight but he's taught Cyndi everything he knows about being the best manager she can be. Leilani tears her eyes away from the colourful group. It won't help to wish curses on them.

"I just want you to be ready" Moolah says "you are the best honey and you're going to win"

"I know" Leilani says, her confidence returning to her.

Moolah smiles and nods. She retired recently but is determined not to be shut out of the game. Leilani is grateful for her help and constant guidance. She knows that Moolah just wants to see her win. Moolah can't stand Wendi since she helped train her and now Wendi wants nothing to do with her, seduced by the glamour of rock and wrestling. Moolah is bitter and has every right to be. She's got some revenge by helping Leilani win the title from Wendi in the first place but now Wendi wants it back and Moolah's going to do everything she can to stop her.

"You know something Leilani?" Moolah says suddenly

Leilani looks up, surprised by the strong excited tone in Moolah's voice. She knows that Moolah has a point to make so she'd better listen and it's the least she can do after all that Moolah's done for her. She dips a spoon into the yoghurt in front of her and shrugs

"I don't know Moolah what?" she answers in a laughing tone

"That whole rock and wrestling thing isn't going to last" Moolah declares convincingly "Wendi Richter can hire as many rock stars as she wants to to try and give her the inspiration she needs to get in that ring and kick butt but at the end of the day, the gimmick will die"

Leilani nods. Rock and wrestling was new, flashy but it would fade with the times, eventually no one would remember it or the people who made it happen. Wendi and Cyndi would be lost to the ever moving timeline

"But us, you and me, we're timeless" Moolah says with a smile "we've been here, we've paid our dues and we've done everything there is to do in the business for a woman wrestler and we'll be the ones who'll be remembered and survive"

It's a time-stopping thought. Leilani smiles at her mentor. Moolah's wearing a royal blue button down shirt with a sequin waistcoat over the top and blue pants. She looks like she comes from a different age. Her own time which she's broken out of and raced to join the new superstars, forgetting to change her clothes on the way. Leilani's grateful for it. Moolah wouldn't be Moolah without her eccentricities. She's seen so much and done so much too. It's hard to begrudge her a thought about the future.

"You know what Moolah? I think you're right, we will be the ones left at the end" Leilani says "we'll be the ones people remember in the future and talk about, the ones with a legacy"

"And that legacy starts tonight Miss Kai so finish up your food, we've got strategy to talk over" Moolah admonishes, tapping Leilani's tray with her book

Leilani grins and mock salutes before turning to her tray to finish eating. It's going to be a long night but she has a lot to do. Moolah wants her to be the best well she will be. She's better than Wendi Richter any day of the week and at the first Wrestlemania, she'd prove it to the whole world.

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At Wrestlemania 1, Wendi Richter defeated Leilani Kai, despite interference from Moolah and after the match Cyndi Lauper attacked Moolah. Ten years later at Wrestlemania 10, Leilani was there again to try for the belt and Moolah was still an active wrestler in the 2000 and still occasionally makes brief appearances on TV, her legacy a continuing odyssey in the WWE.