Author's Notes:
Hey my mans, how's it going? Yes I just ripped off ForgedLabs intro for a fanfic. Not much to say here but hope you enjoy, if you guys have any ideas on how to bring people like Albedo into this story in a way that makes sense let me know.
-CreepyKidInDaCorna

Chapter 4: Help Wanted

Ben was walking along the streets of Musutafu on a hot summers day, he walked over to the park where he had fought Aizawa, now his temporary guardian until other arrangements could be made, he had no way to call anybody other than a payphone due to Aizawa not loaning him money for a phone and told him to get a job, problem was Ben had bad experiences with working for people. He shuddered at the memories of Mr Baumann and the Ben Ledger.

"Never again... never again..." He muttered to himself repeatedly in the hopes of driving the memories away.

"Excuse me?" A voice called from behind him, he turned to find a familiar girl.

"Hey weren't you the girl I helped at the bank?" Ben asked the girl. She nodded. "So what is it you want?"

"First of all the explanation you promised before running away from a Pro Hero." She said promptly. Ben sighed and started telling his cover story in a similar fashion to how he told Aizawa minus the the jokes.

"And that's how I ended up in that spot" Ben said as he finished the story.

"So your from a the US?" She asked.

"Yeah" Ben answered before noticing an excited look in her eyes.

"Yes! Finally someone else who can speak English! I don't know how long I would be able to last speaking Japanese most of the time, mine isn't that good you see." She said happily, they continued to talk for a while before parting ways.

After that conversation Ben started walking around, looking at multiple help wanted posters, before sighing and walking away, believing the jobs to be pointless in society where people had all sorts of freaky quirks that could either make them key members of society or that one dude on the bus with a cactus for their head. Ben didn't want to fade into the background by working at a bakery or corner store.

"Man, finding a jobs going to be harder than I thought..." Ben sighed. Then a voice made him jump.

"Hey kid, I hear your looking for a job?" The voice whispered, Ben jumped and turned to see a bulky man looming over him, he wore a black tank top, his arms covered in large scars, his face was blocked out by a black luchador mask with a skull pattern on it.

"Yeah," Ben answered, "Wait were you following me?"

"Let's skip the nitty gritty, the names Fistrick, I might be able to help you out," the man said, "You see I run a gym for wrestlers, boxers, MMA fighters, et cetera. I'm in need for a new trainer as the old one ended up with 40 broken bones and a threat to sue, due to a small incident with a Strength enhancing Quirk user. Don't know how long you'll last but you in?"

Ben looked at him, he thought about, being a trainer for a bunch of Quirk users could also help him out with training for UA and he would get paid for it.

"You got a deal, but first how much is the pay?" Ben said as he shook Fistrick's hand.

"I like the way you think kid, how 'bout ¥568 an hour per person you spar with." Fistrick said smiling down at the boy. "I may have also overheard your a fellow American, in terms of dollars its around 5 bucks an hour per person."

"Sounds good, when do I start?" Ben asked oblivious to the sinister gleam in Fistrick's eyes.

"Well you can start right now, if you're willing to" Fistrick answered.

After the initial conversation, Ben followed Fistrick to a dark alleyway. There was a steel door with one of those tacky looking LED signs that you see at barbers, the sign was in the shape of a punching bag with the word gym labeled across its side. Fistrick opened the door and gestured Ben to go in. The room was relatively large, at the back there was a door that led to what Ben assumed was the locker room. In the centre was large MMA octagon, one side of the room was lined with punching bags and sparring equipment. The other side had cross trainers, excercycles and treadmills. Next to the door were some potted plants and a vending machine stocked with an assortment of energy drinks and all those fancy waters with supposed health benefits which scammers try to sell alongside the normal stuff. Benches lined around the octagon.

"Cool place." Ben commented, upon seeing the room.

"Yeah and hears your first client," Fistrick said, a large man walked up to the pair, he was large, larger than Fistrick, wearing a red tank top, dark cargo pants and a jacket tied around his waist, the man had a menacingly look on his face, "Ben I'd like you to meet Mr Imasuji, he's a regular client at my gym and is looking for a sparring partner"

"Fistrick, your kidding right? This kid ain't gonna survive, you saw what happened to my last sparring partner..." He grunted, Ben's eye twitched in annoyance, him weak? He'll show him...

"Kid if you wanna back down, I won't judge" Fistrick muttered into Ben's ear, he ignored his employers words and stepped up to client.

"Hey Mr Imasuji, you me in the Octagon now, I'll show you who's weak" Ben said without thought. Shit what did I do? He thought. Well since I started this might as well get on with it.

"Kid what the hell are ya doing?" Fistrick muttered into Ben's ear, "Look if you back down from this, I'll double your wage."

"I see you got spunk, I accept your challenge," Imasuji replied. Ben stared at the man before walking to the Octagon.

"Shit, if the kid gets killed, that's gonna be a lot of paperwork" Fistrick muttered to himself.

Soon Ben was in an Octagon against a man who had brutalised his previous trainer. His mind racing from how the hell he got himself into this to how is he going to get himself out of this mess. Then only one option came to mind, he had to fight this man.

"Honestly he only looks tough, how hard could it be?" Ben said to himself reassuringly, just before noticing Imasuji's muscles bulging, not as in flexing biceps bulging but breaking out of his skin and wrapping his arms bulging. "Way to go Benjamin, way to go..."

Ben instinctively slammed the Omnitrix, he felt his skin get hotter as it glowed orange, he felt his body fold into a small mass of organic materia, his jaw grew larger, soon a large bulky suit of armour materialised around him, the armour resembled a furnace, and his true form was concealed behind a glowing orange visor.

"NRG? Well this is G-O-O-D!" Ben yelled in a thick Russian accent. Imasuji was initially shocked by the boys sudden transformation but shrugged it off as another transformation Quirk.

NRG
Quirk: RadioMorph

NRG is a being made of mostly radioactive materials with only the main core (The chest and head) being organic. To maintain his "nuclear" form NRG has to make sure to consume radiation or stay inside a special suit to prevent any energy loss, NRG is immune to radiation, able to consume radioactive substances, fire beams of energy from is eyes, enhance strength and is able to achieve flight to an extent.

NRG
Species: Prypiatosian-B
Home Planet: Prypiatos
Powers: Enhanced Durability, Enhanced Strength, Radiokinesis, Resistance to Radiation, Resistance to Extreme Temperatures, Flight when out of suit, Radioactive Body, Radiation/Heat Absorption, Polymorphic Hands, Size Changing, Unhingable Jaw, Space Survivability, Immunity to Gases, Energy Constructs (Limbs formed from radiation)
Weaknesses: Slow, Durability Limit, Needs to consume radioactive substances to maintain his form outside of suit, Radiation may harm others, Substances such as lead and other materials that can absorb Radiation, Limited sight due to visor.

Imasuji made his advance, barrelling towards the walking Chernobyl Incident waiting to happen. NRG grabbed his hand, and was pushed back a few feet and hit the mesh. Other than that NRG was perfectly fine.

"Now its my turn!" NRG said as he winded his shoulders preparing for a punch. His hand started glowing orange with heat. He unleashed the hit on the muscular man, burning off some of his exposed muscle tissue.

"Dah!" He gasped as he clasped his burnt arm, new muscles were growing in the place of the burnt flesh. His eyes gleamed with some form of twisted mix of pleasure and hatred. "Nice one kid, gotta give you credit, not many people can injure me."

"You sure you want to continue you this fight?" NRG asked.

"Hell yeah! I haven't had this much fun in years" Imasuji grinned, he launched himself towards NRG repeatedly, his muscles boosting his speed, NRG was unable to cope with the constant assault, he was leaving no openings for NRG to exploit.

"Damn, I can't catch a break..." NRG muttered to himself. "Wait a minute... Hey Fistrick, you should probably leave before shit gets real!"

Fistrick looked confused for a moment before sensing the urgency in his voice, he nodded and ran out of the room. Now was his chance, NRG grabbed the handle onto of the suit and pulled, taking off the helmet. As he did the suit fell off, a glowing orange being flew out from it, the main body was spherical with a jagged mouth lining the circumference like a rip. His eyes glowed green, his arms and legs were constructs of pure energy, and the Omnitrix was on his lower jaw, right where it was on the suit. NRG flexed and stretched.

"Y'know being in that suit all the time gives you one hell of a crick in the neck." NRG said as he continued stretching in front of the shocked Imasuji. "Now let the fun begin!"

NRG started channeling radiation into his right arm, the arm started to double in size. He slammed it into Imasuji, burning off and cauterising his left arm, leaving a smouldering stump. Imasuji howled in pain, he looked at his now removed arm. He smiled and looked at NRG.

"Well it seems you have kept your promise, you showed me you're not weak, I'll leave you alone punk." He said before ducking out of the Octagon and leaving the gym, NRG put the suit back on and turned back into Ben. Fistrick ran into the room.

"What the hell just happened?" He asked Ben.

"I removed Imasuji's arm" Ben said casually.

"You what?!" He yelled.

"Again, ended up severing his left arm" Ben repeated. Fistrick finally calmed down.

"I'm impressed you're probably the first trainer to not only last 5 minutes but also deal a long lasting blow on Imasuji." He remarked.

"Also you might want to check the radiation in the room as well" Ben added, he looked at the Omnitirx and there was no high radiation warning.

"I'm not gonna ask why and ignore what you just said." Fistrick replied. "I have an idea, there this tournament for Quirk users to battle it out, I think that you have a shot at it kid."

"I'll take up that offer!" Ben said excitedly, he'll be able to improve his combat skills in a tournament against a variety of Quirk users.

"All right, the first round is tomorrow!" Fistrick said, "Now let's train you up!"

Author's Notes:
Sorry for the long wait, I had school work, tests, and am also starting a new crossover story (more on that later). Apologies for the short Chapter, again had other priorities, and also I had writers block so decided doing a new chapter might get rid of it.

Fistrick has made his debut now, but less of a criminal more of a guy who was in desperate need of money to help his gym, saw Ben and got a bit greedy. In this story Fistrick is generally a nice guy, just he prioritises money and his gym more than others.