Three men entered the banquet, all determined to get the chance to win a scholarship with the prize of a million dollars. William, Addison, and Robert all had a rivalry with each other, always competing when ever the chance presents itself. All for this award. The banquet is an annual occurrence and this was their last chance, since they are seniors.

Robert is a charming and adorable man. He has brown hair and amber eyes.
Addison is a cute and handsome man. He has golden brown hair and eyes.
William is a beautiful and wonderful man. He has black hair and eyes with slightly shaven facial hair.

Each man was wearing a classic black tuxedo jacket, white tuxedo shirt, black bow tie, gold cuff links, black slacks, dress socks and dress shoes. They only noticeable differences were Robert wearing a cummerbund and patent leather loafers, William with a golden watch and black lace up dress shoes, and Addison with suspenders and patent leather loafers like Robert's.

All three avoided each other at all times while calculating each other's moves. None of them wanted any trouble with the other. For all they may know, it was two against one in their perspectives. Of course, they had a small truce, but they still were cautious. They were unsure if they had uphold their end of the truce, knowing that they could crumple their chances of winning the award.

The festivities were going quite slow, time feeling like a millennium for the three competitive men. They rather just wanted to know who won the award. Their greedy nature was not noticeable, keeping their mischievous habits in check for the evening.

William made his way over to the dessert table for some food. The desserts for the banquet consisted of Oreo cream pies mostly as it was a favorite dessert in their county.

William was busy admiring the desserts, he fail to notice Addison approaching. Addison made his way to the desserts, wanting to have some, but he also failed to notice one of his rivals as well. Addison bumped into William, who was hovering over the pies.

William was pushed a bit and turned to the assailant. Addison rolled his eyes when William accused him of breaking their truce, much to his annoyance. William was ranting before he noticed something on his jacket: a smear of whipped cream.

William gasped in shock about the smear and immediately got angry at Addison. Said man rolled his eyes, he was making too much of a big deal about this smudge. All he needed was a napkin and it would go away.

But the 'victim' wasn't having any of it.

Infuriated with the smear, William picked up a nice Oreo whipped cream pie with a devious idea running through his mind. Addison picked on the idea immediately and pleaded for him not to throw it.

William merely ignored the plead. If he was going to not look his best, so was one of his rivals.

William hurled it, but Addison ducked to avoid it. The Oreo cream pie went soaring into Robert, who happened to be walking over there for a nice dessert. The impact immediately mucked up his appearance, the pastry leaving crust and cream along his left shoulder and covering his bow tie.

The moment the pie struck Robert, he gasped in shock as he was coated. Immediately, he became infuriated with the assailant. William covered his mouth in shock, sweating bullets at what he had done. Addison, though, stifled his laughter at the sight.

Both of his rivals looked unpresentable! The award was as good as his.

Robert saw William's shocked expression and deduced it was him behind the sabotage. In an act of retaliation, Robert marched over to William, who began to use Addison as a human shield. This effectively shut the gentleman from laughing and making placating gestures.

It's clear Robert did not listen as he took an Oreo cream pie himself and hurled it. Addison was too busy paralyzed in fear and got a pie to the face, making him the most unpresentable of the trio. William laughed at their demise.

Maybe the award would be his instead.

It was not as William received an Oreo cream pie himself that struck his face, courtesy of Addison. William wiped his face clean before shoving Addison in an act of irritation. Addison was knocked into Robert who accidentally slipped and turned around to get a face full of pie himself.

Robert wiped himself clean. It was bad enough his tuxedo had suffered, but now his handsome face?! This would not stand.

Onlookers saw the whole incident and immediately began to leave, afraid of the future mess with their precious dresses and tuxedos.

Robert grabbed two pies and slammed them into his rivals' faces, having an arrogant smirk as he did. Addison recovered quickly and took a pie to slam into William. He was about to do it again, but William plowed him his slacks, giving Addison a creamy pie implant that stained his slacks. Robert was about to launch another pie but William tackled him into the dessert table. The pies were sent flying into the air before splattering onto the three gentlemen.

Multiple pies rained from above as gravity took them down to plaster these three. William was struck as his handsome appearance were covered in pie and crust. Addison felt his bow tie become crooked and coated in white pie cream. Crust was littered onto Robert's tuxedo after the 'dessert rain.' Each impact made them look less and less sophisticated and elegant as the pies made them more sloppy. They were rather too angered with each other. They forgot the truce and were now in a three way pie fight.

Addison had a pie in his hand above William, who was currently holding a pie in his hand and planned to plow it into a pinned Robert, who also had a pie and aimed it right at Addison's tuxedo in a hope to disorient him and send him to the ground to get more cream on him. They were about to strike

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, GENTLEMEN?!"

But came to a halt as they saw the head of the organization in a tuxedo himself and an angry expression on his face. He marched over to the trio's position, ignoring the cream and slop he stepped in his dress shoes.

"What has happened here?!"

"It was their fault!" The rivals declared, pointing to one another and hoping to get the blame off them.

"To your feet!" The leader said in a strict tone that immediately got the three up and at 'em before bowing their heads to avoid eye contact.

The leader began to lecture them about their behavior, "This is supposed to be a time of awards! And you three, hooligans I should say, are resorting to a petty pie fight?! Utter unacceptable! This is a sophisticated event!"

In an odd turn, the host found three chocolate gateaus, completely unscathed. "Since you three wish to behave like cavemen," the host said, picking up a gateau and walked directly at Robert.

"You three," the host said before plowing the chocolate gateau into Robert's face rather forcefully.

The victim was too stunned by the outcome and slipped onto the creamy floor. Robert's handsome face was now covered with chocolate cake. His hair had flakes of cream and crust from the cookie themed pastries that had flown in the area. The 'aerial bombardment' had made his dashing black tuxedo jacket, black bow tie, cummerbund, and white dress shirt a rich white cream coating. His slacks were stained to no end and his patent leather loafers were mucked up from the pies.

Both Addison and William held in snickers since the situation was very serious. But William stopped as the host approached him with a gateau.

"Should earn," the host continued his sentence with another plowing, this time into William.

Much like Robert, he also slipped in his patent leather dress shoes which were covered in pie cream. Looking from down to up, his slacks were smothered from various pie marks. His pristine black jacket and white tuxedo shirt had been showered with nice, Oreo cream pies that lingered from crust. His bow tie was crooked from the various impacts that were splattered upon him. The one smear he had that started this whole debacle was no longer noticeable as you can see. And his face gained a nice chocolate face mask that ran through his clean shaven face along with his black hair.

Addison shuttered as the host approached him with a gateau for him. Addison politely pleaded, hoping not to get caked.

"The slob medals!" The host ended with slamming the gateau directly into Addison's face and like the others, he slipped and fell to his bottom the sloppy floor.

Addison immediately began to weep for his golden hair, which now was reeking with streaks of white cream. His dashing face, immersed in chocolate from the gateau and pies, the former being most present. The black tuxedo he had on would never be able to recover with pies residue scattered among it. His bow tie was crooked, dripping in white cream and his golden watch had been tarnished. Pastries had given his slacks and dress shoes a new meaning to dapper as they were smeared in the contents.

"There. Now you have all won awards. Satisfied?" The host said, unfazed at the pie covered gentlemen. The host took his leave, the three rivals all on the floor and seeing their appearance. Each of them were secretly pleased that their rival was covered in slob but they had all won 'medals.'

Though, they still held their dislike for each other all, even if they were all on the same boat. Rather than make a snark remark, all three were tired and just laid back in the mess they created.

"Congratulations men on your achievement. Hopefully, next year you'll decide not to make a fool out of yourselves."