I think "winning" this challenge is the definition of a pyrrhic victory. No way is it worth how bad you feel afterwards.
Reminds me of the time a high school friend challenged me to eat a full hot dog and bun in one bite during a round of golf at a course where they sold a hearty foot-long at the halfway house.
He was a very good golfer and I am not. I accepted the challenge and we both got stuck with about one inch to go. I gave up, feeling like I was going to choke. He looked at me with a gleam in his eye, expanded his cheek and tucked the last inch into his maw, and then he began to chew...and chew...and chew...
After several minutes he cleared the thing and was in obvious pain with his eyes watering. He played horribly for the rest of the round and complained of chest pain.
Years later he told me that he thinks he messed up his throat or esophagus that day because he had discomfort ever since; and he has repeated that sentiment every time I've seen him in the decades since.
But he "won."