The road to Sturgis 2012

The Setup

The staff of Hey Stupid has decided to return to the Black Hills of South Dakota, next summer for the 2012 Sturgis Motorcycle Rally. As much as we love attending the Rally, visiting the Black Hills and going on road trips, none of these are our primary reasons for making the trip. We were called out by Kevin Costner for an article I wrote in 2004 which has since been removed. Now, apparently Costdog is mad at us and wants to throw down.

Original email from Kevin Costner to Hey Stupid:

“Hello gentlemen.
Recently it was brought to my attention by one of my many assistants that you boys have been talking about me on line, on message boards, some website called and in various emails. As I understand it, you have written…impolite reviews of one of my favorite works, The Postman (I starred as well as directed this feature), you’ve created some type of pro wrestling persona for me which, and correct me if I’m wrong here, appears to be based off of a mix of Diamond Studd and Pee Wee Anderson. You’ve even gone so far as to call in my legal troubles with the Lakota Sioux, which I have to say was a lot like pouring salt in an open wound.
I don’t know you gentlemen at all and honestly it is in my nature to let this go because basically, I’m Kevin Costner and you’re not. I’ve starred in major Hollywood movies, I beat up Stephen Baldwin and cleaned up the gulf oil spill myself I am the founding member of what is possibly the greatest country and western band since Garth Brooks and Dunn, and I have homes all over the country. I have no need to waste my time with any of you.
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT, the fact is that I have been swigging on a bottle of High West since about 11 AM and I am looking for a fight. Christine begged me not to let myself get dragged into to something so beneath me, but you know what? That woman speaks out of place too often and now she’s spending a little time in the basement. I don’t know, maybe she was right and I should follow the Golden Rule. You know the golden rule: fuck the gold. He who has a nickel-plated makes the rules.
You kids wanna say I’m washed up? Yeah, I was in the show. I was in the show for 21 days once – the 21 greatest days of my life. You know, you never handle your luggage in the show, somebody else carries your bags. It was great. You hit white balls for batting practice, the ballparks are like cathedrals, the hotels all have room service, and the women all have long legs and brains. What have any of you ever done with yourselves? This is my corn. You people are guests in my corn.
People say I can be a little nuts. Life has to be a little nuts sometimes. Otherwise it’s just a bunch of Thursdays strung together. I should have just laughed this off and let this go because I AM better than this, but you know what, I have seven kids. Seven. Well I don’t want our kids growing up thinking they’re powerless because of me. Everything they do in this world has a consequence. Our children still believe in miracles. They still believe anything is possible. As long as they believe like that, they’re gonna be something. They’re gonna make a difference in the world… that means I made a difference.
So yeah, you “gentlemen” can consider this a challenge. Don’t call it a threat. The Midnight Star doesn’t make threats. I am throwing down the gauntlet for you boys. I’ve spent a lot of time guarding people all over the world, and I’ve found one thing to be true – no matter how incompetent the assassins, no matter how much they miss their target, there’s always one person who always gets hit. When I was a kid, we all wore our hats backwards. We thought it was cool. This is my boat. I got it the way I like it. You take up space and you slow me down.It was hard to know how to feel. I had never been in a battle like this one. This had not been a fight for territory or riches or to make men free. This battle had no ego. It had been fought to preserve the food stores that would see us through winter, to protect the lives of women and children and loved ones only a few feet away. I felt a pride I had never felt before.
So if you boys want a fight I’ve got one for you, its waiting for you right here in Tatanka! I realize you are all weak and feeble and I do have some sense of fairness. I will give you boys 56 weeks to train but next August I expect, nay, demand your presence in the beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota so I can leave the imprint of my Landstrom’s ring in each of your foreheads!
Love and Kisses,
The Midnight Star. “

My email to the Hey Stupid Staff regarding Kevin’s email.

Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.
Men, all this stuff you’ve heard about America not wanting to fight wanting to stay out of the war is a lot of horse dung. Americans traditionally love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle. When you were kids you all admired the champion marble shooter the fastest runner, big-league ball players, the toughest boxers, Hulk Hogan for scoop slamming Andre the Giant at Wrestlemania III. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn’t give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed.
That’s why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war,because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans. Now an army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. Dut, Rick, Ross, Bodie, Cimba, Noah, Jage, Frankie and Pugz and even Turbo are a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don’t know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating.
Now we have the finest food and equipment the best spirit the best liquor, access to the best strip clubs and we are the best men in the world. You know by God, I actually pity that poor bastards we’re going up against. By God, I do. We’re not just going to shoot Kevin Costner we’re going to cut out his living guts and use them to grease the dollar bills we shove into g-strings. We’re going to murder that lousy Bull Durhamm bastard.
Now some of you boys I know are wondering whether or not you’ll chicken out under fire. Don’t worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. The Costnerfarians are the enemy. Wade into them! Spill their blood! Shoot them in the belly! When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was you’ll know what to do. There’s another thing I want you to remember. I don’t want to get any messages saying we are “holding our position. ” We’re not “holding” anything. Let the Kevin Costner do that. I don’t want any emails or text messages saying “Its too much money” or “My wife won’t let me” or “I can’t get the time off work”. We’re advancing constantly. We’re not interested in holding on to anything except the enemy. We’re going to hold on to him by the nose and kick him in the ass. We’re going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we’re  like crap through a goose!
Now there’s one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home. And you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you’re sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks you: “What did you do in the great Summer of 2012?” You won’t have to say: “Well I shovelled shit in Louisiana. ” All right, now, you sons of bitches you know how I feel. I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime anywhere, but especially 56 weeks from now into the Black Hills of South Dakota. Rapid City, Sturgis, Deadwood and Wall.
That’s all.”

This was Dut’s response to Mr. Costner’s email

Next August, 2012, on the eve of the apocalypse… Ya know what, I’m gonna let Tony and Dusty tell you about this.
TONY: Ladies and gentlemen, Tony Schiavone here, alongside as always, longtime friend and co-host, the American Dream Dusty Rhodes. Dusty, we have a sold out crowd here at the Palace of Auburn Hills for this announcement.
DUSTY: Oh dats right, baybuh, Tonay Schivonay, Amurikan Dreem Dustay Rhode, daddy. The peoples are here, they are ready for this, we are ready worldwide and on da satellites, NASA ready for da satellite feed, the son of a plumber, and Tonay Schiavonay.
TONY: Many people have heard the tale. The tale of friendship. The tale of betrayal. The tale of alcoholism and the tale of Wyatt Earp. I am of course talking about a moment in time, a special gathering, that of course is Tombstone, Arizona.
DUSTY: And a betrayal so bad, jack. A betrayal that last through da eons of da times. Da Grozman, he jump in the truck, he pullin’ on out, leavin’ Dutman and Ross walkin’ through the desert, next thing you know, dem two tryin’ to bang a hotel receptionist from Alaska. AND SHE AIN’T FEELIN’ NONE OF IT. And the Grozman lockin’ em out of da hotel room… Not a pretty time, Tonay.
TONY: And let’s not forget about Nasty Noah. A man so heinous, a man so vile. He comes along on a trip, he spooks the park service, he stinks real bad all the way across the southwest, he has no money, then he sleeps in the hotel and misses the hijinx. What kind of a man is Nasty Noah, Dusty?
DUSTY: Tonay Schiavonay, let me tell you how heinous a man really is, daddy. Dis man… dis Nastay Noah… Dis here man is so heinous. He come on a trip. He stink real bad. He stinkin’ up the southwest. He sleepin’ in hotel rooms. He ain’t got no money at all, jack. He spookin’ forest rangers. Not a great man, indeed.
TONY: That’s what I just said.
DUSTY: Who said what now?
TONY: I literally just said all those things, you just reiterated my points.
DUSTY: Dustay Rhode, Dee Amurikan Dreem, son of a plumber, baybuh.
TONY: Right. But you just said what I said.
DUSTY: Tonay Schiavonay so confused in his mind right now. The mind in his heart. The mind he have in his mind. He all confused. But it ain’t matter, jack. Nastay Noah… a heinous man. A heinous, stinky man.
TONY: Indeed, Dream. Whoa, wait a second… the fan’s are on their feet, Dream… who is coming out here?
The Man Called Sting
The Man Called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting
The Man Called Sting

He does this, he does that
He big as bull, & quick as a cat

He look fine, he looks cool
He’s own man, & he’s nobody’s fool

Don’t double cross him, or get in his way
Cause if you do, your gonna have to pay

To the Man called Sting
The Man Called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting
Man Called Sting

He’s not like, anybody else
If his friends ever need him, he’s there to help

And all the kids, they go wild
And all the old people start to act like a child

Don’t double cross him, or get in his way
Cause if you do, your gonna have to pay

To the Man called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting
The Man Called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting….. Hey……….

(Guitar Solo Riff)

All over the world, he such a smash
You know it’s over when does the Stinger Splash

He loves his honey, the loves the Rock (Ultimate Warrior back in NWA)
But noone important loves the Scorpion Death Lock

Don’t you dare cross him, or get in his way
Cause if you do, your gonna have to pay

To the Man called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting

Everybody wonders, what he’s gonna do
A Two Title Reign, & he says he’s ain’t through

The little Stingers Believe in him
Thats all he needs to win the title again

Don’t you dare cross him, or get in his way
Cause if you do, your gonna have to pay

To the Man called Sting
The Man Called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting
Man Called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting
He’s a Man Called Sting


TONY: Ladies and gentlemen, the Man Called Sting has joined us here in the announce booth… Stinger, looks like you got something on your mind.
STING: That’s right, Tony Schiavone.
(crowd cheers)
STING: That’s right. Stinger does have something on his mind. I got lots of things on my mind. And I know you guys were gonna spill all the details, but The Stinger is gonna crash the party and spill the beans. It all started a little while back… in a little place in South Dakota that I like to call Sturgis.
(crowd goes nuts!!!)
STING: That’s right… that’s right, Sturgis. And there’s a lot of famous battles fought there over the years. But a little south of there… there’s a place where true evil lives. And that true evil… is KEVIN COSTNER’S HOUSE.
(crowd booing loudly!!! They hate Swing Vote!!!)
TONY: Kevin Costner? The actor? What’s he got to do with this?
STING: Last night on WCW Slamajama Blastorama XI… You all saw the Stinger get attacked. An attack that tried to ruin my career, and the career of Michael Von Erich. Mike is surrounded with family and love at Parkland Hospital, but will never walk again. Juju the Managerial Mongoose was killed as well. We all know Ric Flair was behind that attack in the parking garage. But there was a masked man. A man more heinous than Nasty Noah, a man with less scruples than even Dut himself. Well, I tracked down who that man was. Through clever police work and private investigations since last night… That man was KEVIN COSTNER.
TONY: I cant even believe what I am hearing! The crowd noise is deafening in here, Dream!
STING: And if Kevin Costner has any guts, he will–
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,

Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there’s a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he’s a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you’d think He’s talking straight to you and me.

Well, we’re doin’ mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin’ cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we’re reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought ‘a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin’ for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen’ that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen’ that we all were on their side.

Well, there’s things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin’ everywhere you go,
But ’til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You’ll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I’d love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything’s OK,
But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
‘Till things are brighter, I’m the Man In Black.


KEVIN COSTNER: Listen up right now, all you people and YOU, Sting.
(crowd boos loudly)
KEVIN COSTNER: Let me give you a little history lesson. Last December before Starrcade XXXXXIII, you went on TBS and led a drive to collect money for the Lakota indians. Those same Lakota who are trying to close down the Midnight Star. For all you people out there that live in a cave, that’s my casino in Deadwood. Well, I dont take too kindly to you trying to put me out of business and close down my casino that sells bacon wrapped shrimp for $14. That’s right, folks, great food and great prices at Jake’s, right inside the Midnight Star, pop in at Diamond Lil’s and enjoy lots of movie costumes and props from all my famous films. Irregardless… Since that time, when you tried to ruin me and start a public smear campaign, I’ve waited in the bushes. I’ve waited and I’ve waited. And last night at WCW Megajam XIV, I pounced from my bushes. Michael Von Erich was collateral damage. Juju I killed on purpose. You… my goal for you is to not only ruin your career in front of all these stupid people, but I’m gonna lead you to a life of financial ruin as well. You and all the little Stingers are no match for me, Ric Flair, and unbridled $14 bacon shrimp. You got that?
STING: (rubbing his chin for a few seconds… then responds) Kevin Costner… I’m gonna do something for you that I shouldn’t do. I’m gonna give you and Ric Flair 12 months to prepare for this challenge. That’s right, 12 months. August 2012… you and Flair are going to take on… ME AND ROSS MITCHELL!!!!!
(crowd goes bananas, ape shit, and shits their pants, Costner is stomping around, he cant believe it!!!)

Kevin Costner’s response

And So…

We see it that we have no choice but to accept Mr. Costner’s challenge and we shall embark on what could be the greatest road trip in all our lives.


Check back for updates.

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