Bring It on Again Page #6

Take that ball and hit it.|What I say? Now whack it.

Yeah, now that's the ticket.|Yeah, that's the ticket.

Croquet! Come on!

Is, uh, all this noise|bothering you, pal?

The noise I can take.

It's the suckiness|that bothers me.

Let's hit it!

Five, six, seven, eight.

Tell me what we need|Stinger pride Stinger pride

Tell me what we breathe|Stinger pride Stinger pride

Tell me what we bleed|Stinger pride Stinger pride

Tell me what we need|Stinger pride Stinger pride

Tell me what we breathe|Stinger pride Stinger pride

Tell me what you see|Stinger pride Stinger pride

Tell me what we need|Stinger pride Stinger pride

Hell, yeah!

Stinger pride|Stinger pride

Cola beverage- diet.

Wipe the spittle.

They look foolish. I mean,|really. What do they have?

They have enthusiasm.|So do we!

And they have the love|of the crowd. Do we?

Don't even think|that thought.

I'm just saying.|And I'm just saying...

a person goes against his team, and he|could lose his cheerleading scholarship.

Let's go.|We've got work to do.

Now, Greg.!

That herkie into a cupie just before|we spread the rubber with it...

That was almost as moving as the|helicopter landing in Miss Saigon.

Yeah. I|- I know. For a moment there, at the end, Yeah!

when we won,|I experienced an emotion...

that I can only describe|as moderate happiness.

How did you know|where we were gonna be?

You told him?

Whittier, zero.|Monica, four.

- Thanks.|- Your, uh,

squad... is gonna have a real|tough time winning nationals...

when, technically speaking,|you don't exist.

Look around.|I'd say we exist.

Who are you?

Shh|- It's called a razor, scruffy boy.

You don't exist according to a|little thing called Section Eight...

of the National Collegiate|Cheer Association Bylaws.

Yeah. It states that, um,|each university...

shall be represented|by one-and only one...

O- N-E-|cheer squad.

- You can't do this to us.|- So make like a Tom and cruise.

This is modern-day|imperialism.

Boo freaking hoo.

Uh, you missed something,|sweetie.

It does say that only one team|from State can go to nationals. S.

But it doesn't say which team.

That team could be us.

Even if all that is true,|it doesn't matter.

- Mm-hmm. - Varsity has been|going to nationals forever.

That is not gonna change.

It just might.

Looks like we're at|an impasse.

So how 'bout you and I just|figure this out right now.

Where did you get that?|That does not belong to you.

Ladies, we are not going to|settle things this way.

There's only one honest, impartial person|on this campus who can judge who's right.

And while I admire your spunk, Miss|Smith, this is a school built on tradition.

- But- - And in this case|tradition favors Miss Hammersmith.

I must say, Whittier, there's a lot of good,|honest wisdom behind what the dean has to say.

- Thank you.|- You're welcome.

Sure.

But what about the rules? Nowhere|in the bylaws does it say...

that it has to be the varsity|team that goes to nationals.

- Why can't it be us?|- Well, sure. Legally, technically...

if you... squint your eyes just right|- the rules say it could be you.

But we're talking about seven consecutive|years of cheerleading excellence here.

I'm not gonna|put an end to that.

Miss Hammersmith|will go to nationals.

With all due respect,|Dean Sebastian,

I don't think that's a decision that|will go over well with the student body.

- How do you mean?|- I mean, if you suppress our voices on campus,

you will be hearing from us in|letters to the board of trustees...

not to mention the around-the-clock|protestors that will be outside your door.

Okay, okay, okay. We get it.|What the hell do you want?

A competition in front of|the whole student body.

Let them decide who's better,|your team or mine.

- Girl on girl.|- Hmm.

Winner goes to nationals.

Listen, Whit.

We're good friends, right?

And as a good friend, I should|caution you that such a competition...

could embarrass you severely.

It could destroy your|already-fragile psyche.

Well, that's a risk|I'm willing to take, Tina.

She can't do this, can she?

Actually, Miss Hammersmith,|I think it's a splendid idea.

- We'll have a competition.|- What?

- Thank you.|- We'll have a competition in the field house...

this coming Saturday.|What?

Wait. That's the day|after tomorrow.

- If you'll excuse me, ladies, I have a lunch date.|- We can't be ready by then.

We'll be ready.|- Yes, you will.

This can't be happening.|Oh, yes, it can.

You're the one who asked for|the competition. Good day.

Ready to back out yet?

Are you kidding me?|After the way you treated us?

You know I used to look up to you? But|that was before I found out who you are.

An insecure "tanorexic."

Listen to me, you hobbit.

After this idiotic|competition is over,

you'll be praying|you were me.

You'll be finished as a|cheerleader and finished here.

I will knock you so far down|you'll be in the cafeteria...

with your edgy, freak of a boyfriend,|putting grapes in theJell-O molds.

Oh, yeah?|Mm-hmm.

Don't be all up|in my Kool-Aid.

What does that mean?

The Stingers hoops team won their|first exhibition contest 72-54.

And the women's softball squad|dropped both games...

of a doubleheader against|State A&M.

And now it's time for|the CSC News Eye On Sports.

On location is beat reporter|Colleen Lipman.

Thanks, Colleen. The campus is|in a frenzy this week,

thanks to the big cheerleading showdown|in the field house this Saturday.

Go, go, go, go.|Come on, you sissy!

The varsity cheer team has been|vigorously training for the event.

I'm totally not tired.|Why are y'all so tired?

And State cheerleading legend, Tina Hammersmith,|is confident about her team's chances.

This is nothing new to us. We've|defeated some of the best...

intercollegiate competition|ever assembled.

This amateur squad|is just a speed bump...

on the way to nationals.

Excusez-moi. One sec.

Let's go!|I didn't say stop.

How important is victory|on Saturday?

Oh. It's very important.|It's very important.

It- It's very important.|This is very, very...

I- I cannot tell you|how important this is.

It's a- It's pretty-|pretty important.

Meanwhile, some people|around campus...

are starting to dub the upstart|competition as... the Renegades.

Head cheerleader,|Whittier Smith,

insists her squad is ready|to go.

We are definitely going to win.

We've got a great team, we've worked|extremely hard and it's gonna be tough, but,

you know, Rocky beat|Apollo Creed, right?

Uh, Whit, he lost.|He what?

He lost.|He lost to Apollo Creed?

To train for the event, the Renegades|have taken an unusual approach,

cheering for typically under-appreciated|teams such as the diving team,

the bowling club|and the fencing squad.

Stab him. Stab him.|Poke him in the eye.

Run the sword through|till his blood runs dry.

En garde.!

Well, some people look at an|impossible situation and ask why.

Others look at the same|situation and ask, why not?

For the competition|on Saturday,

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