Bring It On: Worldwide #Cheersmack

Hello, cheer fans.

Put your hands together and scream...

For your three-time world champion, Rebels!

And their cheerlebrity in chief...

Destiny!

Hey, cheer fans and wannabes. It's that time.

The moment you've all been waiting for.

If you're ready for the Rebels,

give me those three magic words.

Ready, spirit groupies? Three, two, one!

Bring it on!

Destiny, what happened to our music?

I don't know, Willow, but we're fine.

We are The Truth.

Hey, this isn't our song.

I can hear, Hannah.

Get ready. We are The Truth.

So what are we going to do?

Shut up and cheer.

We're about to show you up.

To show you up.

Rebels.

Tell me this is a nightmare.

You're not dreaming.

We are The Truth,

and we're here to tell that so-called cheerlebrity, Destiny,

and her weak-ass Rebels that you have been challenged.

You call yourselves champions?

Well, your tired, stale routines won't cut it anymore.

And you will be dethroned.

Rebels, this is only the beginning.

Consider yourself officially cheersmacked.

Oh, my God!

They suck!

Carbs! Carbs! Get it off me.

It's a pretzel, Hannah. Get over it.

We're like a joke.

What are we going to do?

Run.

All right.

Hey, girl. Don't leave.

I mean, it's free to watch.

Watch out, Jeff. Let me show her a little something.

Ooh! Oh!

Now I know I'm dreaming.

Yo, Didit.

Why was the cheerleader mad when she got her driver's license?

Shit. I don't know. Why?

Well, she got an "F" in sex.

Okay. What's a cheerleader's favorite nursery rhyme?

I don't know. What is a cheerleader's favorite nursery rhyme? I don't...

Hump me. Dump me.

What else did you learn today in the third grade?

Whoa. She's scarier up close.

She's pretty, but scary.

Thanks. I was going for femtimidation.

Are you all right?

What makes you think I'm not all right?

Well, you're either lost or on your way to a costume party.

This isn't a costume.

I am a cheerleader.

Now smile.

Ew. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold up. You didn't even get my best side.

That's okay because you don't have one.

Oh, that's cute.

Is that for your Man Crush Monday?

'Cause I get that a lot.

No. I have over 1,000,000 IG followers.

I'm going to post this to show them Neanderthals still exist.

Hashtag get a life. Hashtag grow up. Hashtag cheermiliated.

That's weird.

What? You realized cheermiliated wasn't a real word?

What? No. Don't be cheerdiculous.

I have to go.

Wait.

Why beef when we can settle this right here?

What are you talking about? Well, let's battle.

You and me. Dancer versus cheerleader.

If I win, you don't post the picture.

If you win... Well, why even discuss it because you won't.

You've been watching way too many dance flicks.

You see, in the real world, we handle our battles on social media.

So get ready to use up all your data, 'cause my plan's unlimited.

Yo.

It was so embarrassing.

I would have died.

Cheer Goddess, grant me the strength I need

to deal with the nasty comments and the embarrassment.

I've learned from your teachings to lead by example.

Still, you and I both know the Rebels would be nothing without me.

And that's not me being conceited.

I'm just a natural born leader. Like Jesus with a high pony.

Are you guys going to tell me what's going on,

or do you expect me to guess?

What are we going to do about being cheersmacked?

Nothing. It was a prank. A practical joke.

We can't take it seriously.

People have probably already forgotten about it.

I don't think so. Mmm-mmm.

My IG followers are way down today.

And people have always hearted my pics.

I mean, especially since I started taking butt selfies.

Yeah, my followers were down too, but that happens, right?

No. It's because we're under a viral assault.

What are you talking about?

This.

Destiny... We're coming for you.

We're coming for you.

Smack. Cheersmack! They say!

Hey, Rebels. Hey, Rebels.

You've been cheersmacked.

So what? A few teams challenged us.

That happens, like, on the daily.

Uh, no. There are dozens.

Yeah, we're cheer chum in the water and there's a feeding frenzy.

It's not that bad.

Don't act like you're not sweating through your sports bra over this.

Destiny, we need to shake things up.

Throw out our old routines and start fresh.

Okay, first of all, I don't sweat. I glisten.

And we're not going to throw out all of our winning routines

just because some teams challenged us, Willow.

But we've been doing a version of the same stuff for years.

I'm the one who led us to number one,

so why would I want anything to change?

For starters, we lost four of our boys.

What? Destiny, we're sinking.

And the boys are jumping ship.

Like rats who will drown without me.

We're all going to drown if we don't do something.

It's simple! We'll replace the boys we lost.

The season's started. All the good ones are already taken.

Who would turn down an opportunity to cheer with me?

That's cheerdiculous.

Why do we even need stinky, groin-scratching,

and not to mention, finger slipping boys?

Let's not pretend Lesbionic Lisa

or Big Tina hasn't slipped a digit or two.

I lost my virginity that way.

Okay. We're not thinking about boys in the right way.

We are the main outfits. The boys are just the accessories.

They make us look better. Like glitter pom-poms or metallic gloss.

Can we stop talking about boys? That's not the problem.

We're doing the same old routines. That's what has to change.

Okay. I'll come up with new choreo

if that's what's going to make you feel better.

Well, I was thinking that we could all...

Hey, you're my bestie, but when it comes to the routines,

we're going to do it my way.

Now, let's go get some boys.

That's cold.

So, you think we can just walk in here

and pluck male cheerleaders like unibrows?

Yeah, why not? Recruiting happens all the time.

Besides, who wouldn't want to cheer with me?

Yeah, no. I'll pass.

Become a Rebel?

I'd rather tell my father I'm a cheerleader.

It's called cheerleading, not cheerdictatorship.

If I had the choice between your Rebels and the Crips,

I'd be a gangbanger.

People say "Destiny and the Rebels"

like the rest of you are just backup.

All right, thanks. I think I'll stick to my own team.

But, uh, we could hook up.

They hate me.

The entire spirit world hates me.

First the cyber-attack, then the boys, now this mean meme.

No. Hate's a strong word.

They just don't ever want to cheer with you in life.

There's a difference? Not much, but... Well, we love you.

Yeah. Which is why we believe we can avoid being cheersmacked again

if we step up our game.

Listen to Willow. Cheer is changing.

Our old routines just don't cut it anymore,

and if we're not prepared, a better team will beat us.

You saw how the crowd reacted to The Truth.

They were eating it up.

So look, here's my plan.

I've got a better one.

Okay, you are seriously testing the boundaries of our friendship.

I hate tests.

My dad gave me one for DNA before he left,

and I think I failed because...

Oh. Well, now my uncle lives with us.

Let's go. Why?

You'll see.

Hey, can I talk to you?

See, I told you guys, this cheerleader was feeling me.

No, not you. Him.

You're in charge here, right? Of what?

This little crew.

We just hang out.

I guess this is your crew.

Yeah, we're not a crew. We're a squad.

And she's kind of a big deal.

Well, you're the Rebels.

Oh, so you guys have heard of us?

You have it written all over you.