Yes

James decided to go through with it. He didn't have to win, he could just try his best and Amy would just assume that he wasn't trying his hardest. He could just tell her afterwards that he didn't want to go too hard on a newcomer, that he wanted to just give her a chance to practice her punches. Surely she would appreciate him going easy on her, no one likes to watch a champion ruthlessly beating down an amateur. As long as he didn't get knocked out by her, all would be good.

"Sure, I'll go set things up." He walks away towards the room with the boxing equipment. As he walks in he sees a large group of people, some sparring in one of the three rings, some practicing on punching bags, and some just shadow boxing in the corners or sides of the room. He looked pretty out of place, so he just wanted to get some boxing gloves on, get in the ring, and wait for his opponent to arrive.

Luckily for him, he saw 2 people leaving the first ring, so he knew that there would be a free one for him and Amy. Last thing he needed to do was grab a couple pairs of gloves for both of them. He moved over to one of the benches in front of the now empty ring where he found a few pairs lying around. He grabbed for one of them and started putting them on, then he heard someone calling out from behind him.

"Hey, don't put those on, they're loaded."

"They're what?"

"Loaded. There's an extra few pounds in there."

"Why?"

"Some fucking idiot said he wanted to weigh them down so he can get an arm workout in while boxing. It's probably harmless to a punching bag, but it'll seriously hurt whoever you're sparring with."

James thanked the kind stranger before turning back around and looking down at the gloves. Was this his ticket to beating Amy and proving to her that was indeed the big bad champion he claimed to be? They guy did say it was only a few extra pounds. Did he mean 2-3 pounds or 10-15? What was the weight of the gloves anyways? He took another non-weighted glove in his other hand and started swaying each of them up and down trying to gauge the difference in weight, but he had barely ever lifted any weights so it wasn't much of a help. He stopped after he realized some guys were giving him weird looks.

He couldn't do it, could he? No, absolutely not. He was not going to blow his chance with a hot girl by accidentally knocking her out and giving her a shiner. He would rather be the nice guy who let an amateur beat him than the asshole who destroyed her.

So it was settled, he put on the normal gloves and went up into the empty ring to wait for Amy. Less than a minute later he saw her as well as her still intensely uninterested sister Stella walking into the room, still looking as pretty as they did when he first saw them. Amy gave him a wave as she approached the bench to grab a pair. Just then it hit James like a lightning bolt. He had forgotten to move the loaded gloves somewhere else. The idiot! How could he forget such a thing.

James' asscheeks clenched together as he watched her movements closely to see whether she would pick up the weighted gloves.