He was utterly stunned.
For months, he would have been getting up early and going through his routines. Every night he would have been indulging in his favourite fantasy whereby he emerges as the winner by a massive majority, camera lenses furiously clicking, audience members fainting at the brightness of his coming, constellations forming his name in the heavens, people long dead coming out of their graves at the sheer power of his presence, Willis falling at his feet and anointing them with expensive perfume.
Instead, he gets smashed in the voting by Pointless Pav and spends a nervy ten minutes searching the audience for his landlord.