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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.

Oh.

I'm Blake. This is Jeff and Didit.

Hannah, Willow, Roxanne.

Wait. I thought all cheerleaders
were named Amber and Britney.

Really? Every cheerleader?

What? It's a theory.

Anyway, what's up?

We were wondering if you
wanted to join our squad.

And do what? Fight crime?

D, that's crazy.

Yeah, I mean, I'm even
smart enough to know that.

They're not even cheerleaders.

They're, like, parking lot dancers.

That's if they can dance.

Can you give me a sec?

Yeah, take your time.
Parking lot's not going anywhere.

Look, we need more boys on our team.

And here they are, ready for the picking.

They don't know anything
about stunting or spotting.

- Yeah.
- If we cheer with them, we could die.

Oh, and the Oscar goes to...

- Hey. That stuff is important.
- Then we'll teach them.

Besides, I've seen them dance.
They're fearless.

This is exactly what we need right now.

Hey, I was kidding about
taking your time, okay?

This is cute, but, uh, we got things to do.

Okay, well, we need guys
on our squad, so I got to know.

Are you guys man enough to be cheerleaders?

Wait. Is that a trick question?

No, no. She's serious.

On a scale of manliness,

there's astronaut,
firefighter and then cheerleader.

Right.

Yeah, instead you guys spin
around on your head all day

and let the asphalt bake your brain.

D, this is a waste of time.

You're not serious, are you?

I mean, even if you were,
there's no way we're going to do it.

Not even if we battle you?

Ooh.

- Whoa.
- Yo.

- So now you're calling us out?
- Yeah.

So if you win, my guys will cheer with you.

And if we lose, I'll post
another picture on social media

giving you props. Hashtag dance gods.

Hashtag cheer crush. Hashtag...

I'd hit that.

I mean, look, you got to let people
know that you want some of this.

Ew, hashtag disgusting, but hashtag fine.

That's what I'm talking about.

So?

Well, it's up to you guys.

- I'm down.
- Yeah.

After we're done, just remember
that you asked for this.

Do I look like I'm scared?

Okay. I don't really think
this is the best idea...

- Let's do this.
- Oh, yeah, it's on.

I can't believe we're about
to cheer in a parking lot.

Look, I know this isn't perfect, but I'm not
about to get humiliated twice in one day.

So perform your little well-toned asses off.

Don't we always?

We've got this, Destiny.
We're champions. They're rookies.

- This is bad.
- No. Mat burn is bad.

This? This is competition.

- No.
- Oh, man.

Congratulations. You took us by surprise,
but, hey, a deal's a deal.

They'll dance with you.

And what about you?

Well, that wasn't the bet.
I never said I would.

But it looks like my boys are down with it.

Wait, but I was hoping...

Some of those boys were pretty hot.

That's not the reason why we were there.

- Didit asked me for my number.
- Okay. What is with that guy?

Like, they call him Didit because if
something goes wrong, he probably did it.

Who owns that?

I think he's kind of cute.

He's a man-child who needs to grow up.

Your taste in boys is so random.

Well, he's not mature
compared to that Blake guy.

But there's something about
Didit that makes me wanna...

Okay. Slut it down.

And D, as far as your ideas go,
this one wasn't totally awful.

See, Willow, that's why I love you, because,
eventually, you always admit that I'm right.

Okay, I'm done. Good night.

Nighty night.

Night.

Hey there, cheer world.

It's your Cheer Goddess here to talk
about everything worth talking about

in the only sport that matters.

And what a crazy time it is
to be a spirit leader.

Like with all this drama
going on with the Rebels.

Destiny and her girls got
a virtual cheer smackdown

by this mystery squad called The Truth.

We're The Truth, we're here to stay

Rebels, please go away

You're fake, you're phony, and not legit

Get off this floor and please go quick

Now you all know I don't condone
this cheer-on-cheer violence.

And this feud is far from over.

Yes, it gets worse.

Let's check out what one of
my little spirit tipsters just sent me.

That's exactly what you think it is.

The Rebels involved in a street battle.

Destiny, did The Truth shake you
down to the souls of your trainers?

Listen, if you want to
maintain your cheer liberty,

you must show everyone what got you

to the top of the pyramid in the first place.

That's all for now, my little cheer minions.

And remember. Smiles bright, pits
clean, and herkie till you hurt 'em.

Bye for now.

Okay, ready?

Five, six, seven...

Oh, my God.

Hey. You guys are late.

Yeah, we got lost.

What a surprise.

Yo, this joint is sick.

Y'all must have some dope
parties up in here, right?

No, we're not here to party.
We're here to practice.

So can you step in line
so we can get back to work?

Yo!

One, two. Watch your arms.
Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

One, two. Four, six, seven, eight. One...

How are you not getting these?
These are simple routines.

That's the problem. They're too simple.

Didit's right. They're boring
and we don't do boring.

Day one and I'm already agreeing
with the sidewalk twins.

We need to step up our game.

We need to start somewhere.

So let's start with our basic routines.

- All our routines are basic.
- Excuse me?

- Nothing.
- Yeah, that's what I thought.

I just feel like we're doing this
to win championships.

Like, to get the judges' approval,
but not because we love it. That's all.

Yeah, all I heard was win championships.

So let's take it from the top,
everybody, with music.

Sorry.

- Oh, my...
- Are you okay?

Not pretty.

Why are cheerleaders so aggressive?

It's like dancing with ninjas.

Oh, don't be such a cheer baby.

This is going to take
a lot longer than I thought.

Yeah, we don't have all of cheerternity.

All right, everybody,
let's take it from the top.

Where's Didit?

Um, excuse me? What are you doing?

Cooling off, boo.

Oh, my God.

This is what you get when you
recruit boys from a back alley.

Oh, that's great.
Why don't you guys just all jump in?

Hey, that's what I was thinking.

I was being sarcastic.

I hope you guys all had fun.

'Cause now you're going to have
to do the routine soaking wet.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Bits and pieces, bits and pieces

Time's up

Don't mess with us We'll serve you up

Brick wall, waterfall
Rebels think you know it all

You don't know a thing or two

We're the best, we're over you

Yes, we said it

We're the best, we're over you

Destiny, we're here to remind you

that to be the best,
you've got to beat the best.

And we're challenging you and your Rebels

to a virtual worldwide competition.

If you accept, post a video
with the hashtag bring it on.

The cheer world is waiting.

That's it. We're taking them down.

Wait. We're accepting the challenge?
Did you not hear them?

We're taking on the whole
freaking cheer world.

Yeah, that sounds like a lot to me.

I mean, I've never even left the country.

Well, except to go to Hawaii.

- And we're not ready.
- So we'll fake it.

Hannah, you do it all the time.

You give the best facials on the squad.

Well, yeah, Mom says it's good
practice for when I get married.

Okay, Willow, get your camera,
we're going to the gym.

- For what?
- I want you to film

the best parts of our routine to post.

But the new boys are still
learning the routines.

It's 15 seconds.
Who can't shine in 15 seconds?

You wanna know the real truth?
The Rebels can't be touched.

Hashtag bring it on.

- Oh, it's on now.
- It's so on.

Destiny, you're going down.

Hey, Destiny, out with the old,
in with the new.

We're coming for you.

Hey, Destiny. The cheer world is so over you.

We're going to take you down.

Singapore out.

I can't believe that I used to be a fan.

But I can't wait to see you fall on your ass.

Oops.

I hear you got my guys involved
in some sort of cheer war.

Isn't that sort of an oxymoron,
fighting cheerleaders?

Hello? Some of the best battles
on the football field happen

between opposing cheerleaders.

I've never really been big on pep rallies,
or sports, or pom-pom girls for that matter.

Oh, Blake, I'm heartbroken.

Thought you would be.

So what exactly are you into?

I hardly know anything about you
since you don't exist on social media.

Yeah, not my thing.

What are you talking about?
It's everybody's thing.

You're nobody unless you have
tons of friends or followers.

Believe it or not,
people existed before the Internet.

So what is your thing then?

Well, I've got this quiet,
introvert, artistic appeal going.

You're not feeling it?

What I'm feeling is hunger.
That was my dinner.

- Next one's on me.
- Is that so?

And, hey, don't make my boys look bad, okay?

Your short shorts aren't the only
reason they roll with you now.

Yeah, I know. They lost a bet.

That and you come off like somebody.

So what? They're, like,
really invested in this?

Yeah.

But I'm sure you're used to
holding it down for your team, right?

You won't let them down.

I got to be somewhere.

- But I'll see you later.
- See ya.

Hey, Destiny. We're coming for you.

Soon the only likes you'll be getting

are from fans who like watching you fail.

Uh...

Damn. Am I late for practice?

No. We don't have practice today.

Oh, so what's up?

Well, I was thinking we could work
on something for the routine.

I have this idea,
but it's a little different.

- Sure. Come on.
- Uh...

- Where are we going?
- We're going to the roof. Come on.

Hey, slow down.

You better get it!

Oh, yeah.

What? You didn't like it?

You're my bestie. I wanted
to love it, but I just didn't.

Yo, I thought it was dope.

Yeah, that's because you don't know
the first thing about cheer.

Oh, and I guess I don't either.

Don't be so hard on yourself.
There's a reason why I am captain.

You're captain because we let you be captain.

So we both agree that I'm captain.

Now will you step back in line?

Did you just tell me to step in line?

I'm not asking you as my friend.

I'm telling you as cheer captain.

What are you doing?

What's it look like?

Stay out of it, bro. It's a girl thing.

Willow, come back here.

Are you asking me as a friend,
or are you telling me as cheer captain?

Wow. That's sad,
that you have to think about it.

- Willow...
- Let her go.

You know how she gets when she's like this.

She just needs some space.

We never fight like that.

She'll go off, eat a bucket
of ice cream, cool down,

think about her thighs,
and she'll be back here to work it off.

I hate when she's mad at me.

She's your best friend.
It's not going to last.

Besides, I'm not mad at you.

So let's get to work at making
The Truth look like a bunch of liars.

You see, the thing is

I feel so guilty about ripping that bow
and hair out of my teammate's head.

But it was that time of the month.

I completely understand.
We've all been there.

Cramps can make the cheeriest
cheerleader lose her spirit.

But I'm sure an apology, and a few hair
extensions will patch things right up. Okay?

Thanks, Cheer Goddess.

You're welcome. Thanks for calling.

Bye.

Hello. What's your name?
And how can the Cheer Goddess help you?

Hi, I'm Da... Lyla.

From Detroit.

You look oddly familiar.

Oh, no, no, no. First time caller.

Okay, well, how can I help you?

Cheer Goddess, I'm struggling with my squad.

How so?

Well, you see, we've had a pretty good run.

I mean, to be totally honest,
we've kicked butt.

Oh. How come I feel like
there's a "but" after that butt?

There is.

There's been a dissension in the ranks.

I feel like my team has lost faith in me.

I've led them to championship
after championship,

and all they want to do is change things.

Listen to me, Dalyla.

Change can be a good thing.

But we're winners.

If it's not broke then why fix it?

Sounds like something must be broken

or why would you be calling me?

Just give it a try. Okay?

Sure. Okay.

Bye-bye.

What are you doing here?

Hey!

I had a bit of cheersomnia.
So I went for a drive.

I saw this from across the road,
and I just had to check it out.

I heard you had a hard day at the gym.

Yeah, I don't want to talk about it though.

I just want to stare at this
until I feel better.

You like this kind of stuff?

Yeah, I love it. Makes me feel something.

Like I'm not only seeing it,
but feeling it too?

Does that sound weird?

No.

I'm actually surprised that you dig it.

I didn't think cheerleaders were that, uh...

What?

Deep? Smart? Artistic? Open-minded?

Loosen your ponytail.
I was going to say cool.

Oh. Okay.

Not everybody appreciates graffiti art.

- You do?
- Yeah.

I'm actually a big fan of this guy's work.

Check it.

Stalker.

More like giving props. Come on.

You probably got a tat of some
cheerleader hidden in a private place.

Don't be gross.

I do have this.

Peace. Love. Cheer.

Yeah.

Most non-cheerleaders don't get it.

Well, I'm big into symbolism.

Does the rest of your squad
have the same one?

No, just me and Willow.

We snuck and got them on our 16th birthdays,

but we've been spirit sisters for life.

Aw, that's sweet.

You got matching tattoos like cellmates.

- Shut up.
- No, I get it.

You two are tight.

Yeah, we were, but lately it's just been...

What?

I don't know.

It's nothing. I'll figure it out.

Girl drama.

Between my two moms and sisters,
I get caught up in that a lot.

Sounds like you're living in a real fempire.

You know, Blake, the more
I learn about you the more I like.

Thanks.

And your crazy made-up words
are growing on me, too.

They're not so much made up
as feminized to give them strength.

Well, let me walk you back to your car.

It's getting late and this isn't
the safest neighborhood.

- I'm fine.
- Oh, I know.

I was just hoping you could help protect me
with your super-fem natural powers.

Well, that's not how you do it.

Oh, there are rules to this?

Yes, of course.

And in the hands of a rookie,
which you obviously are,

it could be a disaster
until you fem-master it.

- I see what you did there.
- Mmm.

Come on. Let's get out of here
and you can, uh, help teach me

this strange language you speak.

In a minute, okay?

I just want to stare at this a bit more.

It really does something for you, huh?

Yeah.

The more I pay attention,
the more I find what I like.

Yeah. Me, too.

I was so into it

I didn't even notice my pants
were totally ripped.

No, tell me you're joking.

No, I wish I was.

Has anything that embarrassing
ever happened to you?

Oh, I am not telling you that information.

Oh, come on. Why not?

Because that's not something
you tell a cute guy.

You think I'm cute?

Oh, I am not playing
that stupid game with you, Blake.

What stupid game?

The one where we pretend
we're not attracted to each other

until one of us gets the nerve
to kiss the other.

And then everyone knows we're crushing

because we make googly eyes
and dash off to secret places

where no one can find us.

You've played this game before, haven't you?

Maybe. You?

Maybe.

But not as much as I want to now.

I can't.

With this whole Internet challenge
and half my squad being newbies

and Willow hating me,
I could not add boy problems to this mix.

How do you know I'd be a problem?

Cheer with us.

No.

See, that's a problem.

Dear Diary, you know I'm under
cyber-attacks from cheer hacks

who have pitted my team against the world,
which, to be honest, kind of excites me

because I love a good challenge.

But, come on.
My best friend has turned on me.

I'm trying to make these
ghetto-ass street dancers

into cheerlebrities,
which is probably impossible.

And now you drop
this gorgeous guy into my life.

Why me? Why now?

Why can't I go back to my perfect
cheerlebrity existence

when everything was about me?

The guys that I've recruited
are still dancers at heart.

And I may have been wrong about thinking

they could become even decent cheerleaders.

I mean, my own cheerleaders
can't even take on the world.

They too have their limits.

I can only take them so far.

Okay, I don't want to start
sounding ungrateful,

but could you grant The Rebels a few miracles

and help us come together
to kick some serious ass?

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh!

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

Aunty Em?

Take five.

Damn it, Didit, that's the third one.

Seriously, these chicks are real.

They're not made of plastic
like your little girlfriend.

Dude, I was not the only one
who was supposed to catch her.

If you weren't so busy
trying to touch her butt,

- we wouldn't have missed.
- You're right.

I need to grow up.

Yes, it's childish, dude.

That's all I'm saying.

Look, you both need to grow up.

You guys need to stop
breaking my cheerleaders.

I'm sorry. Like, we don't want
anybody to get hurt.

We'll do better. Right, Jeff?

Yeah. She seems okay to me.

It's like that joke, right?

- Why do cheerleaders wear their hair up?
- Not a good time, dude!

It's to catch everything
that goes over their heads.

Come on. It's funny.

No. You know what's not funny?

Guys like you who don't take it seriously.

I told you, dude. You're on your own.

Cheerleaders are strong.

We're agile.

And we don't stop
unless the person against us

is stomped into the ground or with us.

Okay, I get it.

Are you okay?

Hey, it was just an accident.

No, it's not that.

Things are just different without Willow.

Cheerlebrity. Cheerlebrity.

I'm Destiny, I'm hot

My moves will make you trot

That's Roxanne, she's bad

She's sexy and she's rad

There's Hannah and Willow

They'll make you bite your pillow
I fly so high

I dance, I make you cry

This body, this too

- Y'all holler back
- Whoo-hoo

- My girls, we're fierce
- Our nose and are pierced

We're hot, yeah, cool

Watch all the fellas drool

Hey, boys, watch this You wanna see us kiss?

A squad so good, just watch

Oh, hell no, is that wood?

Let's go

Unite, you know our moves are tight

We are the best from East Coast to the West

Sit back, relax

And watch as you climax to our routine

You know we'll be the king

And five, six, seven...

Rebels!

- Did you see that?
- Yeah, the crowd. They loved it.

No. The Truth.

What? No.

- I am impressed.
- I bet you are.

Who sent you here to take those pictures?

What are you talking about?

Why else would you be filming us?

I get a kick out of watching
my buddies dance.

Besides, half the people watching
had their cameras out.

I don't believe you.

You think I have something to do
with that Internet business?

Destiny is tripping.

I know.

Destiny, I want you to breathe.

Calm down. It's not as bad as you think.

I'm losing my mind.

Where are you?

In a bathroom stall.

You do need help.

Thanks for taking this private.
Don't mention it.

Being a national champion
comes with a lot of stress.

What am I going to do?

I think you know the answer.

- I do?
- Of course you do.

Uh...

Actually, I don't think so.

What is your heart
telling you that you should do?

Go to the mall and buy that
Louis Vuitton bag I always wanted.

- Go to Willow and make up.
- Mmm-hmm.

But what if she doesn't want to make up?

Enough already.
Would you please just go to her.

What?

Can you take a break from the shade?

I haven't felt the warmth
of your smile in days.

Wow, you should put that in a card.
What do you want?

To call a truce. A cease fire.

I hate fighting. I'm sorry.

And I miss you.

And I brought you your favorite pizza.

Pepperoni and pineapple?

With extra red pepper packets.

Damn you for knowing my weakness. Come in.

I don't know. Maybe I should
quit and start my own squad.

It might be the only way we can stay friends.

I've been thinking about it
and Hannah agrees with me.

That's because she
doesn't like seeing us fight.

I know I've been such a bitch.

But I can't imagine doing this without you.

That's just because you've never had to.

I had a total meltdown today.

I heard. That's happened before.

Yeah, but you've always been there
to help me pull myself back together.

You're like my rock, Willow.

Are you sure I'm not the iceberg
who sinks your Titanic?

No.

And if the food bribe wasn't enough,

I brought this

to pull at your heart strings.

Oh, my gosh! This is so embarrassing.

Why did we even keep this? We're so not cool.

No! It's cute and it shows our spirit legacy.

Plus, it's nice to see that
I grew into my teeth.

And me into my forehead.

True.

Look, I'll stay with the squad
on one condition.

Anything.

You have to let me grow as a cheerleader.

This "my way or the highway"
mentality has to stop.

I have ideas, too. Good ones.

I know.

So we'll work together?

- Yes, I promise.
- Good.

Ooh, I like this one.

- Yes, we could totally rock that.
- Totally.

But I kind of like the other ones better.

Do you? 'Cause I'm kind of feeling this one.

You going to answer that?

I want us to pick what we're going
to wear for the cheer competition first.

We can call her back.

Or she can be our tie-breaker.

Oh, hey, I didn't know you two were together.

We're just looking at cheer uniforms
to conquer the world in.

And we don't know which ones
we like so can you help us out?

Wait, wait, wait.

So you guys haven't seen
the latest attack on us by The Truth.

- What are you talking about?
- There's another one? When? Where?

Just now. It's on the Cheer Goddess blog.

It has, like, a zillion hits already.

- No.
- She's exaggerating.

Oh, I'm not. I've downloaded it. Watch.

I'm speaking with a member
of The Truth squad.

To get to the bottom of this whole
non-sanctioned Internet challenge.

Cheerleader, may I call you "cheerleader"
since you won't reveal your real name?

Cheerleader is fine.

So why is it so important
that Destiny and her Rebels

be called to the mat this way?

Because her rule as
a high priestess of cheer must end.

Okay. We all love drama,

but this whole villain thing
is way over the top.

Destiny is a cheerleader, not a superhero.

A cheerleader who rules by default

because no one has had
the guts to challenge her.

Well, that time has come.

But she's not hiding.
She's leading a winning squad.

If you want a shot at beating her,
compete through the regular channels.

The Truth won't be competing.

You won't.

Why?

Destiny's stale routines should have
cost her the last championship.

She only won on a technicality.

Because she was the past champion
the judges ruled in her favor.

But this Internet competition will be judged

by the faithful followers of cheer.

Our satisfaction will come
from watching squads

from around the world spank her Spanx.

Wait a minute. You're saying that Destiny won

because of her past reputation
and not her talent?

That's right.

Destiny won't be able to hide because
these squads are coming for her.

And as she knows,

there's nowhere to hide
on the world wide web.

Soon she will be stripped
of her cheerlebrity status

and be exposed as the fraud
that she truly is.

Yeah. Again, little villainy.

Sorry.

I don't agree with your methods.

The wheels have been set
in motion for this event.

And with that said,
yours truly will be its virtual host.

Now remember, this is
a non-sanctioned competition.

So you better be ready to bring it.

She's right.

We did win because of your reputation,
not because we were the best.

We won. That's all that matters.

It makes a huge difference
if we didn't deserve it.

Don't you see what The Truth is trying to do?

They're trying to get into our heads.

Guys are always trying to get into my pants

and now I have to worry about them
getting into my head, too?

All you have to do is
think positive thoughts.

It's going to take more than that
to win the Cheer Challenge.

Yeah, especially since you won't have
the judges eating out of your hand.

Whose side are you guys on?

Where are you going?
We need to talk about this.

Later, okay? I need to think.

Blake.

Hey, Didit, it's Destiny.

Do you know where I can find Blake?

Hey.

- Is this legal?
- Come on up.

And then I got arrested.

And just before my court date,
I found out the district attorney

was a fan of my work and so was the mayor.

So now I'm commissioned
to do murals around the city.

Why didn't you tell me?

Hey, it was hard enough staying legit
after I had a pass to do it.

So being a badass
makes you feel more creative.

Sort of. Yeah.

And using my art
to pick up girls is kind of lame.

I think I would have been impressed.

What?

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Are you crazy?

I mean, I only ask because the last
time I saw you, you went off on me.

I know. I know. I was having a bad day.

Yeah, I heard.

So today's better then?

Yeah, it was. Once I saw my mural.

Oh, so it's your mural?

Oh, you know what I mean.

Why did you do it? Why me?

Because I saw something.

Yeah, what's that?

Are you really going to ask me?

I need to know.

Okay.

When you cheer you're happy.

You're beautiful.

Now that was lame, right?

No, it was so sweet.

It was sweet.

What are you doing?

Playing that stupid game with you.

What's up?

We have a problem.

What, another Truth video?

They can't do anything.
All my secrets are out.

They can't touch me.

My best friend has turned on me.

I'm trying to make these
ghetto-ass street dancers

into cheerlebrities,
which is probably impossible.

And now you've thrown this
gorgeous guy into my life.

Why me? Why now?

Why can't I go back to my perfect
cheerlebrity existence

when everything was about me?

Where did you find this?

Link was sent to us this morning.

This is my private video diary.

Who would do something like this?

Probably the same kind of person
who would say one thing to your face

and then talk behind your back.

What's up with that, Destiny?

I mean, you think we're too ghetto
to dance with you now?

No, I recorded this weeks ago.

That's weird. Because the date
on it shows it was done last night.

What?

Why are they doing this to me?

Someone hacked my video diary.

I did not record this last night.

Does it really matter when you recorded it?

You're not denying that you said
those mean, awful, hateful things.

Yeah, but I don't feel that now!
Tell them, Willow.

I believe you. The Truth has gone too far.

This should have never gotten out.

What difference does that make?

She thinks we're a joke.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up, Didit. Come on.

No, man. I'm out of here.

Wait, I can prove it.

- How?
- I don't know.

But I swear I recorded this weeks ago, Jeff.
You have to believe me.

Well, until you figure that out
I gotta stick with my boys.

You know, bros before...

You know, I got too much respect
for you to even finish that.

At least I thought I did.

Where are you going?

You've made your bed.
Now you can lie in it alone.

Hannah will be back.

How do you know?

She forgot her low-fat, no-carb,
gluten-free green juice.

Ready. Five, six, seven, eight.

And a one and two, three, and four,

five, six, seven, and an eight.

And a one and two, and three, and four

and a five, six, seven, hop.

Hey, you're late. Not that it matters.
Half the squad's late.

They're not late.

Well, then, where are they?

You're not going to like this.

So what are we doing here?

Just promise you won't hate me.

It was you. You did this to me.

Oh, please. You did it to yourself.

And I can't take all the credit.

Willow was a big help.

- You were a part of this?
- Let me explain.

Explain what?

How you bullied me, harassed me,
and invaded my privacy?

Oh, hey, hey, that last part, that was me.

Don't give her all the credit.

She jumped off The Truth bandwagon when
you guys became slumber-buddies again.

D, I only did it because you wouldn't listen.

Oh, enough! We are done with your love spats.

Look, Destiny, we're done
chasing your skirts. We want out.

We're starting our own squad.
And I've even taken half your boys.

You, too?

No. I'm staying with you.

Well, what about the rest of you guys?

I mean, we're Rebels. We're family.

You didn't treat us like family.

I've changed. Why don't you believe that?

Look, if you stick with me, I promise
you'll all have a voice on the squad.

I say we give Destiny another chance.

Oh, Willow, wake up.

Rebels are over. It's time for The Truth.

The plan was to shake up Destiny
so she would change.

Not take over her squad.

Guess you didn't get the memo.

Wait. You knew the whole time that Hannah
was planning on taking over the squad?

Destiny was never going to
let go of her reign over us.

This was the only way.

And after The Truth win the Internet
competition, the Rebels will be history.

I can't believe I'm looking at a traitor.

- You know, I thought you were...
- What?

Just another dumb cheerleader?

No, my friend.

Aw...

Then I guess that makes you
the dumb cheerleader.

We won't be needing these anymore.

Now that the truth is out.

You've gone too far.

We're just beginning.

D.

- D?
- What?

It's going to be okay. We still have a squad.

And we convinced more than half
the team to stick with us.

We just need to recruit a few new
cheerleaders and we can still compete.

Go away, Willow.

Not until you talk to me.

Don't hold your breath.

You can't stay in there forever.

Yes, I can.

I've got running water and a bowl
full of flavored Lip Smackers.

Look, Hannah played me.

She fed me this whole story

and got me psyched that we could
convince you to change things.

I had no idea she was planning
on taking over the squad.

When I let her into the Rebels
I thought I was doing her a favor.

For a whole year she put on this act
like she was some dumb blonde.

How did we fall for that?

I guess we reverse fem-stereotyped.

What about Roxanne? We've been
friends since the seventh grade.

You know, I'm not surprised by that one.

I think she's still mad at me
because I beat her

for cheer captain in the tenth grade.

- You did rub her nose in it.
- I did not.

You posted a meme of her
falling from a pyramid

while you pulled off
the perfect leg extension.

Yeah, because it was a perfect leg extension.

Not the point.

Fine.

You're right. Maybe I did have
this coming for me.

It's not your fault.

Hannah took advantage
of how we were all feeling.

She's an evil genius is what she is.

So what are we gonna do about it?

We're gonna cheersmack the hell out of her.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

And one...

Are you kidding me?

This isn't working.

We need more people
to do a table-top pyramid.

Until we find some new bodies to replace
the weak-minded cheerfollowers

who decided to go back
to Destiny's losing Rebels,

we will work with what we have.

So, I've come up with a routine
that we can do with a small crew.

Wait, wait. I create the routines.

- Come on! Don't be such a...
- I...

Be careful what you say.

Okay. You're starting to sound
a lot like the old Destiny.

Well, if you like the new Destiny so much,

why don't you go join her?

Because I don't have room
for people who doubt me.

Wow. Was I an idiot, falling for your crap.

I'm out.

Any other losers who want to join her?

I didn't think so.

- That was hot.
- What was hot?

You playing like Cruella de Vil.

- I wasn't playing.
- Okay.

Okay, from now on no one's in charge.

Everybody's opinions are welcome.

Because it was exhausting
being a boss-ass bitch.

Okay, we need to reach out to anyone
we can to be a part of our squad.

We only have four more weeks
to prepare for the Cheer Challenge.

Okay.

What are you doing here?
Hannah send you to spy on us?

I'm here for the same reason you're here.

To win the Cheer Challenge
with my cheer family.

I know things haven't been smooth between us

and that's on me.

But I want you to know
I really do appreciate you.

Yeah, guys. That was awesome.

Let's go again.

Over here.

Ew. Gross. They're all booed up.

There's no accounting for taste,

and I'm talking about Didit's.

They look so pathetic.

And without you guys, they're done.

Who cares?

Well, not me, but I thought you were gonna
ask the other guys to join our squad.

I tried, but they ain't feeling it.

Besides, why would you want
the rest when you've got the best.

Did you just try to cheersuade me?

Sure did.

Don't do that.

That was a good practice, right?

I'm telling you, we can still do this.

Yeah, right.

Hey! You're cheerleaders. Cheer the hell up.

Don't worry. They'll come around.

I mean, the choreography
was still good though, right?

- Yeah.
- And the routine was...

- Great.
- And the stunts were...

- On point.
- Exactly.

So, why do I feel like we're missing...

Balls. Literally and figuratively.

We still have some of our boys.

No, I think she was talking about Jeff's.

Oh. Ew!

No, not just Jeff. The rest of the guys, too.

I mean, they were
throwing down some mad flavor.

"Mad flavor"?

Oh, my God. She's starting to sound like him.

- Yeah.
- So what are we gonna do?

Well, my femtuition is telling me

we need to suck it up
and figure how to get the boys back.

Yeah, but Hannah has
her claws into half of them

and the other half we have tried every
means of messaging with no response.

We're starting to sound desperate.

I don't know what else to do.

But I think I know who might.

Ah. Okay, you really need to know
how to finish a conversation.

Now why didn't I know about this place?

Not a lot of people do.
You kind of have to know somebody.

So, is your work in here?

No. These pieces are done
by the kings of graffiti art.

You have to earn it.

Well, I think your work is great.

Okay, what's up?
There's something you're not telling me.

You must have heard I drove
some of your boys away.

You called them ghetto.
And not in a good way.

I know. I know I should have never said that

even if I thought no one was gonna hear it.

This is why I don't deal
with social media and all that crap.

Okay. Can you just help me get the guys back?

I'm staying out of it.

Just tell me what I need to do.

All you have to do is be straight with them.

How am I supposed to do that
when they won't even talk to me?

- They're giving you the silent treatment.
- Yes.

Wait. You physically walked up to them,

said something, and they wouldn't respond?

Oh. You mean, like, in person?

No. No, I haven't done that yet.

That's why I'm not an Internet slave.

I am not a slave to the Internet.

Oh. Well, prove it. Give me your phone.

Why? What are you gonna do with it?

I'm gonna turn it off and hold
onto it for the rest of our date.

Well, what if there's a cheermergency?

Globally or just in the city?

Fine.

Thank you.

Okay, now what?

I don't know.

Maybe notice anything bigger
than a five-inch screen?

God! You're like 100.

What are you doing?

We're not leaving until
you come back to the squad.

Well, that's gonna be awkward
'cause we're just about to leave.

Besides, we weren't planning
to come back to your squad...

It's about a quarter to never.

What are you, like, two?

Look, I don't mind when you're mean
to me 'cause I know you like me.

- What?
- Destiny, that diary business was foul.

- And everybody saw it.
- I know.

And I'm sorry. And this is
fempossible for me to admit,

but we haven't been the same
since you guys left.

Oh. Why not?

'Cause all you ever did was try
and change everything about us.

I mean, our energy, our style. My jokes.

Okay, your jokes were weak.
Let's not call that a loss.

Okay, I'll give you that.

Look, when we joined up with you, we thought
it was because we'd actually add something.

And you weren't just gonna use us for muscle.

- Oh, wow. Did we reverse sexism them?
- I believe we did.

That wasn't our intention.

Okay. Yeah, maybe it was,

but we get that you brought
more than we realized.

Yeah, you should have thought about that

before you cheermiliated us and...

I can't believe I just said that.

That's because cheer is in your blood now.

Okay, look. I can't speak
for the rest of the guys,

but just give me one good reason
why I should cheer with you.

'Cause I am.

- What?
- You heard me. I'm in.

Are you serious? Why?

I really dig that you love
spending time in my world.

I figured I should maybe spend
some time in yours.

Besides, I love a challenge.

What do you say?

Let's do it!

All right, I guess we're back in.

Yes! Then let's practice.

Or we don't have to practice.

We can chill or hang out
or do whatever you want.

No, no, no. We only got
two weeks to get ready. So...

Yeah, I could cheer.

- Yeah.
- Okay. Then let's do this.

Thank you for taking
the time to talk to me, Destiny.

Thank you for having me.

I wanted to chat with you

because this whole worldwide cheer smackdown,

it started with you.

Yeah. I'm not proud of it though.

It took my team turning on me
to get my attention.

How about I remind everybody
that those masked cheerleaders

calling themselves The Truth
are actually your former teammates.

Yeah. Some of them.

It's true. And totally embarrassing.

I bet.

Here you were thinking that they
were your friends and cheer mates.

Now that's rude.

I don't blame them, though.
I was out of control.

Why do you say that?

I was so caught up
in this whole cheerlebrity thing.

Life's not about how many likes
or followers you have.

It's about how many friends
are willing to stand by you,

beside you. Catch you in a cradle.

Because a squad is nothing unless
you have each other's backs.

I was trying to be someone on social media.

I forgot who I really was.

Now that's deep.

Anywho, the whole world will be
watching and voting tomorrow.

Tell them why they should vote for you.

No. Don't vote for me.

What?

Vote for the Rebels because
now we're all in this together.

Thank you, Destiny. Best of luck tomorrow.

No, thank you, Cheer Goddess.

How do you think I did?

You got way more likes...

No, not that. I'm asking what you thought.

Oh.

You were the Destiny I've always liked.

Well, that's the only like that matters.

So, what do you think? And be nice.
This was my first one.

It's you.

Tell me why again we're at this
disgusting old warehouse

in the middle of nowhere to do our routine

when we have a state-of-the-art gym?

Well, the Cheer Goddess agreed with The Truth

that the Rebels gym gives us
a home advantage.

It screams three times national champions.

This place is anonymous.

Yeah, and for good reason.

Hey, Destiny.

After we're done here, you're gonna
realize your cheers are so old

you're gonna need a landline to dial them in.

Isn't that right, Didit?

Yeah. What's up, Jeff?

Yo, what's up, man?

What are you doing?

I'm showing my man some love.

- We're still boys.
- Yeah.

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait. No!
No, no, no, no.

We hate them right now.
There is no love at a smackdown.

You, you, you. You. All of you.

You're all going down.

You know, there's a better way
you could have said that.

You could have said...

Bring it!

Good evening and welcome to the smackdown.

I'm your host, the Cheer Goddess.

The rules of the smackdown are simple.

There are no rules.

Teams can use any combination of lifts,

floor work and dance choreography.

Over 20 teams are competing
from more than 12 countries.

So remember, the world
is watching and voting.

So cheer your hearts out,
my little cheer minions.

And let's begin.

Cheer world, it's time to break the Internet.

Let's hear it for the Costa Rica
All Star Twisters.

What a tasty piece of spirit candy.

Let's give it up for the ViQueens of Norway.

Now let's see how they get down down under.

Starlets, Team Orion from Australia.

Hey. Are you nervous?

Cheerleaders don't get nervous. We get ready.

Oh. Good.

But I'm nervous.

Next up, Cheer XS from France.

Unity All Stars Block
from the United Kingdom.

Please welcome the Berlin Titans.

Nova All Stars from Singapore.

FYI, cheer family, the hits from

the cheer smackdown are insane.

We are trending around the globe,

with the hashtags cheersmackdown
and bring it on.

So let's keep that momentum going

by continuing here in America
where it all began.

Cheer world, here's The Truth.

Get ready.

We're about to show you up.

Posers.

Y'all a bunch of posers.

You gotta give it to her.
The girl is intense.

Yeah. She went up to a prep
with an assisted back flip

to an extension straight cradle

to a retake shoulder sit,
and a back walk out.

That girl is crazy.

That routine was pretty amazing.

The Truth is on fire.

I believe they scorched that mat.

Cheerpeers, watch out.

Jeff. Jeff.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

All right, look, I'm just worried about
remembering everything, you know.

Better?

No. No, now I'm worried about my breath.

You should be. Here.

Wow.

Thanks for the gum.

And hey.

I knew you liked me.

I like winning more.

Yeah, yeah.

There's a lot more to come.

So let's hear it for the Utah Panthers.

Give it up for the Blue Cranes
of South Africa.

The Texan Titans.

And the Miami Waves.

This global event is going down
in cheer history.

But now it's time for our
final performance of the night.

The reason we're all here.

Ladies, gentlemen,
cheerleaders, and wannabes,

I give you the team
that everyone wants to beat.

The Rebels.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Yo.

- Oh, this is so good!
- Hey!

Stop tripping. You know that is sick.

I'm just giving it up for my boys.

Oh. That was brilliant!

Rebels, tonight you have shown us

that not only does cheer
have spirit, but soul, too.

How crazy was that?

I know.

We basically just cheered
in front of the entire world.

Right? It makes what we've been
doing seem so small in comparison.

We thought we were the shit.

Um, we are the shit?

- We couldn't have done it without you.
- I know.

What are you doing?

Oh, you've just got
a little something right here.

Oh, I thought you were
going to try and kiss me.

Well, that's because I am.

What are you thinking about?

I don't know how you guys
do this all the time.

It's way too much pressure.

Now it's up to everyone watching.

The winner will be determined
by combining the hits

of each squad's video along
with the votes cast on my website.

I'll be back in two hours
to reveal the results.

Bye for now.

Yes, I'm so proud of my spirit children.

What you have done through
this Internet competition

has brought cheer to the masses.

This cheersmackdown

has been the biggest and most extravagant

cheer competition I've ever seen.

Regardless of who wins,

tonight's event will forever
go down in spirit history.

All right. It's time.

Cheer teams, get ready for the results.

I'm sure that some of the teams
that you've watched tonight

will be making history at the Olympic Games.

As we all know, the winner
will be determined by the hits,

plus the votes cast on my website.

And I will give you that final decision now.

I can't take it.

Me either.

The winner of the first ever
cheersmackdown is...

The Rebels.

- Whoo!
- What are you doing? We lost.

I know. But our friends won.

Oh. Right.