IT'S A WEIGHT!!!!!! -sorry. You exit the weight, filled with a sense of optimistic chaos. You feel responsible for the downfall of your rival. It's the feeling you get when your school bully woke up in a pile of their own urine. It's a special kind of feeling. You like it.
You will admit, although, the whole scene was quite abhorrent, being of course a flaunting of trust. You would loathe that position, so you don't revel in the aforementioned feeling too benignly.